And so it began...
RiverDown by the river, under the trees, love waits for meto walk from the journeying years of my time and arrive.I part the leaves and they toss me a blessing of rain.The river stirs and turns,...
View ArticleEpiscopal elections and the limits of "inclusivity"
Doxy's note: Since the beginning of the summer, I have been dealing with some very difficult and stressful family issues. As a result, I haven't had any emotional energy for blogging myself, and not...
View ArticleRage
I am feeling it these days. It's welling up like a fountain in my chest--and threatening to become a tidal wave.Not good.Mostly I am angry at injustice--and at the people who perpetuate it. (I'm angry...
View ArticleWhere's Emily Post when you need her?
At my daughter's school, parents are welcome to come and have lunch with their children. I do this occasionally, but it's something of a treat for both of us when I can.Lunch lasts all of 20 minutes. I...
View ArticleUPDATE: Emily to the rescue!
I e-mailed the Empress' teacher last night. This was in my In-box this morning:Doxy:Thank you for your email. I am extremely grateful that you've brought this situation to my attention. I have no...
View ArticleJune 5, 1981
They were young. The oldest was 36; the youngest, 29.On the day the bombshell exploded, two of the five were already dead. The others would be dead very soon after.June 5, 1981. That was the day the...
View ArticleLet’s Be Clear....
Anthony Weiner is a sexual harasser. He sent 21-year-old college student, Gennette Cordova, an unsolicited sexual photo of himself. Unsolicited.That’s really important—because it goes to the heart of...
View ArticleWhat I did on my summer vacation...
I spent my summer vacation planning my funeral.I guess that seems odd. As far as I know, I am not dying. I recently celebrated my 48th birthday. With the exception of a bad case of reflux (exacerbated...
View ArticleDick, George, Barack, and me--a nightmare in one act
On my recent vacation, I had nightmares every night. I suspect that had a lot to do with the fact that there has been significant stress in my life lately and my brain hadn’t had a chance to process...
View ArticleLessons of the War*
We aren’t supposed to use the language of war when talking about HIV anymore. In January 2011, UNAIDS published its latest set of terminology guidelines (PDF). The guidelines are very explicit:Avoid...
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Peaches
It’s probably tough to go through life with a name like “Peaches”--but she was up for it. She was probably the sunniest person I ever knew. I can honestly say that I never heard her utter an unkind...
View ArticleStand by Me
When the night has comeAnd the land is darkAnd the moon is the only light we'll seeNo I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraidJust as long as you stand, stand by meToday is the 101st International...
View ArticleDeath and Disney
I learned that my grandmother had died just after exiting the Soarin’ ride at Epcot. In true 21st century fashion, I got the news on my iPhone in a Facebook message from my mother.Disney is a surreal...
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Going Home to Memphis....
Doxy's Note: This was the eulogy I delivered at my grandmother's funeral today. It does not come close to doing her justice....****************************************Ammom in the 1940sIt was her stock...
View ArticleWords to live by....
In the wake of the disaster in NC last week, I find myself repeating this, over and over..... “ Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to...
View ArticleLove remains the same....
What follows is the eulogy that the Empress (my 11-year-old daughter) gave for my grandmother--the Empress' self-described "best friend" and confidante for her entire life. My daughter is very shy and...
View Article“Write like a motherfucker”
I was wandering around the little independent bookstore on Main Street when I saw it. I had never heard of the author, but the title caught my attention: Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Life and Love...
View ArticleOn showing up...
First, I want to note that I *am* writing—not quite like this, but…writing. Just not here.Writing is like athletics in a way. When you don’t exercise for a while, you start losing your muscle tone,...
View ArticleRecipes for Racism
I don’t really watch television, but my grandmother was a big fan of Food Network, and she and my daughter were devoted watchers. I would sometimes go plunk down in my grandmother’s king-sized bed with...
View ArticleSame song, 24th verse...
Today marks the 24thanniversary of my first speech at a pro-choice rally. The event took place on the steps of the Tennessee state capitol on Wednesday, July 5, 1989. I was there representing...
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