by Natalie Durkin
This is my most recent piece. I recently became more open about being queer, and have had a lot of really great conversations with friends about dating and intimacy in the queer community. I also have found that, for myself, my own nervousness and confusion about my sexual orientation, as well as others’ confusion, have fueled some problems in past relationships and in my pursuit of new ones. This piece is meant to kind of represent, from my own personal perspective and experience, the beauty and love of queer connection and intimacy, as well as the difficulty and stress.
by Janice Bremec Blum
Murphy wrote a book that is riveting, intimate, and a fun read. Learning about our four brain chemicals that determine our personality traits is interesting however, I found Murphy’s personal experience even more intriguing. Not every woman is going to embrace mid-life on a Harley, but living vicariously through Murphy’s travels gives us insight into what it means to embrace mid-life rather than complain about it. Her story and her book is compelling. What a joy it was to spend an afternoon in my easy chair riding on a bike with Bernadette Murphy.
by Deborah Granger
I’ve been deliberately cultivating his long attention span. Whatever he’s interested in, that’s the most important thing, so I encourage him to keep doing that as long as possible. I never say, “Come on! Let’s go. We’ll go to the beach or forest, and make things with sticks for five hours before he’s ready to switch. Other families come to the playground for 20 or 30 minutes, but we’d just stay there for hours, immersed in some newly invented game. Nobody else can hang with us like this. Everyone else gets so bored. Of course my adult mind wanders to all the other things we could be doing. But I let it go, and return to that present focus.
by Deborah Granger
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by Natalie Durkin
I go to the streets in a summer dress, today,
because I’m afraid of a new year with the locked air of a suitcase
a cold I may not feel and all I wanted was feeling
I wanted a blue jacket that smelled like thyme and you
