A would-be poet and photographer from Tidewater VA, I struggled to find my niche at Dartmouth in 1982. I didn’t like contact sports. I didn’t

I’ve waited long enough, let enough time pass. It’s time now to say what kind of thing it was and put it out of mind,

Sitting on a beach chair next to my newly married wife on a quiet Californian beach was nirvana. I held the hand of a person

I look at him in exasperation. My eyes squint out my own form of Morse code stating, “You don’t have to check on me.” I

“Stick your finger in my butt,” I whispered to my wife, Lisa. She obliged. I cringed when she penetrated me and later, in refraction, I

  A summer evening. Clear night sky. People drift and talk, wine and beer in hand, crowding the first-floor rooms of a grand old house

  Most of their adult children lived out of state, yet my husband’s parents called them every Sunday. Carl and I lived nearby, and they

Dear Milena,  If these words and letters ever reach the green fields of your beautiful scrutiny, please forgive their rough appearance. They have survived many

When he was born, he had a hole in his heart. It wasn’t a big hole, but it was enough to pronounce its significance through

We lay together, spooning, my head on your shoulder, wild blonde hair in your face, which you push away good-naturedly. Your arm is draped over

Paul and I stood side by side. It was a dreary winter afternoon, and as lifelong bookworms, we were spending it together in an old

The carriages and hallway were hot. The sun beat down on the metal roof of the train shuttling with jolting abandon through Spain. The only

  It was our first morning in San Francisco, and things were going poorly. J. and I had a schedule to keep — a chain

THIS LOVE ENDED (1) When I knew we would have to be apart for a while, I asked him to visit every other week. I

“I would marry you if you were Chinese!”   We met at university.  I was majoring in Sociology and he in Business. A real degree,