19 November 2010


About a year and a half ago I got to finally meet Lilly in San Francisco, through our mutual friend Tommy.  Lilly's sister Fuzzy used to live with Tommy in Brooklyn, and I met her for the first time when we were first visiting NYC last January.  Now, Lilly is living in an apartment in Loring Park with their cousin Nora, and Fuzzy lives in the Whittier neighborhood.  A few days after I moved in, we figured out we live two short blocks away from each other.

I got to be sister wives with them for Halloween, along with Chelsea.  I also get to hang out with another cousin Lyz a lot.  I met Fuzzy and Lilly's mom, she told me welcome to the clan.  It make my heart smile.

These women are some that make me happy I get to be one, happy that I live here, happy to be tall, happy to be alive.  They are, individually or as a group, incredible.  Along with my loves Katie, Kate, Lauren, Erin, Anna, and Stephanie (and a few members of the male species too) they have made this city feel like home. 

I saw this video today on Fuzzy's blog.  Hard to believe, but she's even more wonderful in real life.

working from home from Fuzzy on Vimeo.

12 November 2010


Today is a good day.  

I am alive.  I am healthy.  I am warm.  I have a beloved family and beloved friends, and I am not alone.

What is difficult today won't be difficult forever.  What is forever difficult makes me stronger.  I will let my strength sustain me when I feel the flickers of self-doubt.  

I will thrive. 

07 November 2010


One day you're going to make coffee for me in the morning and wonder why you never did before.  You'll know already how I like it (with just enough cream to make it caramel colored) and you'll have milk in the fridge for just that.  You'll forget you hurt me, because I will have already.  You'll forget you used to go days without really talking to anybody.  You'll want to wear jewelry for me.  You'll stop nervous-talking around me when we wake up and are still naked, because there won't be anything to be nervous about (there really isn't already).  You'll accept what family can be and appreciate ours both for what they are.  You'll teach me to camp.  You'll be disappointed in me if I smoke cigarettes.  You'll still drink much less than me but not mind how much I do.  You'll be the first person I bake a raspberry pie for, and you'll eat it with vanilla ice cream (lots of it) because I will screw up at least one thing.  But you'll eat it, and you'll pour me another glass of wine because you know that's what I prefer over a piece of pie.  You'll know when I need to hear that it's going to be ok when I'm crying, and you'll know when I just need to be held, and you'll hold on to me.  You'll tell me you love me, and I'll tell you I know.  I love you too.