I’m not sure why I feel so apologetic whenever Mom asks the question I’m getting used to getting from her. “Are the covid cases going down in Dallas yet?”
“No,” I text back. “They’re going up.”
It’s been a long string of record days. Everything’s going in the wrong direction.
A Different Funeral Experience Than Any of Us Had Planned
When Dad passed away in April, » Read more
We’re both working from the same graphic, a chart that stratifies the covid-19 risk of various activities. It’s been flying around social media a few weeks. But it’s not just a meme. The url in its upper right corner redirects to an article where health experts weigh in on the topic and provide this information. » Read more
As I’ve written many times before, I had a difficult transition into polyamory. I didn’t find non-monogamy to be easy.
Maybe for some people it is, but that’s not been my experience. Nor was it the reason I got into it in the first place, that it seemed like it would be easier. » Read more
Last night I left my apartment building for only the second time since the pandemic hit in mid March (three months from when I’m writing this essay).
I didn’t leave my car either time, which is almost like an extension of home. It does help to impose a bit of distance between you and others, » Read more
It’d be a really odd notion to my younger self, particularly the wild mess of emotions I evolved into temporarily in my teens and early 20s, that I’m a planner.
But these days, I most certainly am. I’m a planner. And not always in ways that are adaptive and serve me. But sometimes illogically. » Read more
Depending on your current situation, your love life could be affected a lot by this pandemic. Or not at all.
For example, my older sister is unhappily single. Gay and trying to date in a small town in the woods. That wasn’t easy even before the rise of covid-19. She keeps posting funny memes about how the pandemic has screwed up a love life situation that was already pretty hopeless seeming. » Read more
I have a routine every time I take out the trash. Because the trash goes to a shared recycling center. One that other people in my apartment building use.
I put on a new set of clothes. Open shared doors not with my hands but by using my shirt sleeve wrapped around the handle. » Read more
Pain is fairly binary. While it’s true that some things can hurt more than others, even a relatively small setback at the wrong time can be devastating and painful. And honestly, as someone who suffered some fairly major setbacks as a young woman, I can tell you that there’s an upper limit to pain. » Read more
It’s late. We should already be in bed. But you’re working yet another long day. Doing your best to help. Like always. That’s always been you. No matter what, you feel better if you’re engaged, if you’re doing something. And especially if you’re helping.
It comes out in little ways, in everyday life. » Read more
“This is a weird and difficult time to be polyamorous,” he says.
And I know what he means. I’m not sure what to do with it all. With any of it.
It’s tempting at times like these to come up with a quick answer that sounds good. To make up flowcharts or guides that address the problems we want to have rather than the ones we actually have. » Read more