When “I do” has nothing to do with marriage

When “I do” has nothing to do with marriage

If I told you that’s the moment I ran out of that church and down the street until a stranger in a red Ford Bronco pulled over and said climb in, I would be lying. I wasn’t that brave. I looked into the kind brown eyes of the man who loved me and I said I do. I do take this man, tears of laughter streaming down my face.

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Four Days on a Deserted Island

Four Days on a Deserted Island

I was a hummingbird living in an intoxicating city. Even the smell of the exhaust fumes of the cars thrilled me. It was all heady – the museums, the history, the concrete and the sizzling dance club.

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Story & Sexuality

Story & Sexuality

There is an optimismto every metaphor, to every leaf falling like a forgotten dream. Writing is the one thing you cannot deny, or the story will go to someone else.

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Grief in the Eyes of a Hundred Turkeys

Grief in the Eyes of a Hundred Turkeys

I was in a landslide of my own making, and I lived as if I was dying. Until I went to Italy, and I threw a coin into Trevi fountain, the muscled cement gods staring at me. I made a wish for all of it to stop, right after that wish, it did stop.

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My soul healed a man I hardly knew

My soul healed a man I hardly knew

I went into his bedroom, where he was naked on white sheets on this hot summer night, and sleeping, his small, muscled body and limbs like a starfish, and I hovered over him, and put my (hands?) on his right shoulder.  

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Risky Sexual Behavior, Pandemics & Grief

Risky Sexual Behavior, Pandemics & Grief

I moved through my grief, by sleeping with men I didn’t know. Through nightclubs and Madonna and sex in parking lots, from England to Rome to South America. I had sex with a priest, my therapist, an architect, and a stock broker.

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The Lovers

The Lovers

so that now when any man touches me
they are touching you,
all of us drunk on the desire of the ages.

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