1998: On my own at UMass Amherst for the summer, I make friends with a hippie gentleman in his late 50’s (a jazz violinist) who… Read More »my earliest introductions to the concept of formal non-monogamy
Silence disturbs me. I grew up attached to the hip of a mother who chattered incessantly. Mostly to me, sometimes to herself, often into the… Read More »I have a pressing need to talk, and yet I’m terrified.
When I was in the first grade, my teacher had a poster on the wall of our classroom she had made titled “King of the… Read More »I don’t like being compared to other people.