Personal Stepping Onto the Escalator of Grief My partner’s mother died early Monday morning. No tears required. She was a good woman. She survived a complicated childhood, found herself a solid man, and raised a good family. There’s nothing unfinished or tragic about the arc of her life. Still, she’s gone. And between Bob
Personal When We Had Nothing to Hide And Why I’m Wondering If It’s Time Again Once upon a time, back when Jefferson and I owned a kilt shop, we had a ritual. Every so often, we’d strip down, stretch out on the floor, and hit record. We called them our “nothing to hide” videos.