Tag Archives: women and men

to Paris

Dear Paris,
I had forgotten you died. I always saw you as living beyond them, joining the city of mourners, knowing but never understanding that your love, who died — as you thought — on the morning you were to marry her, was never yours at all. That underneath your measured courtship, your civil gallantry, two [...]

Waiting in the void

You remember, last post, how I said “I don’t like waiting in the void”? That was, um, an understatement. I really just don’t cope with it. If I can’t see some glimmer of a hint that what I’m waiting for is coming, I can’t believe that it ever will. I usually exercise my over-capable imagination [...]

It’s not what you got, it’s how you use it

It was about two years ago that I discovered contra dancing. I love it and it is glorious and wonderful, and I’ll write all about it some other time. But it was only a few weeks ago that I discovered the joy of waltzing.
Generally, in a night of contra dance, there are at least two [...]