My four-year-old nephew Harrison was hit by a car on Wednesday. He is fine. The driver saw him run into the street and wasn’t able to stop but must’ve hit the brakes hard and swerved. Harrison was airborne but emerged only needing some reconstructive and plastic surgery on his face. Again, he is fine ( Read more... )

My therapist was much more communicative when I met with him this morning. Normally he sits glassy-eyed, staring off into space and occasionally scrawling on his notepad. Today we had something resembling a conversation, and he tossed out the word “abuse” to describe the ways that both Chris and David treat me ( Read more... )

I am not going home for Christmas, New Year's, or my sister's wedding. The flight is $1700, and there is no way for me to rationalize that. Yes, I suppose that I technically have $1700 that I could spend on a flight, but I would rather not. That's fucking expensive, and a flight in the spring would be half that price ( Read more... )

Today my sister Sara forwarded me some "OMGZ! Obama is Muslim and he will KILL US ALL!" email, which showed me that she's turning into some kind of Neo-Con Republican. I preferred when she was apathetic ( Read more... )

Yesterday I had all of Fouad's belongings packed in a bag and I told him to leave. He placed a phone call and told me "30 minutes," like he was waiting for someone to come pick him up ( Read more... )

Yesterday, my first day of Ramadan concluded with horrible, agonizing stomach cramps, which must have been my body's reaction to not eating all day. Not that I was fasting. Frankly, it hadn't really occurred to me to fast, and when I rushed out the door yesterday on my way to the mosque, I grabbed a drink from the fridge and, with that first sip ( Read more... )

I have some sort of cold or sinus infection, so I won't pretend to be coherent. Instead, let's just take a brief look at the people and events that are shaping my world on this rainy 9/11 ( Read more... )

I met Fouad at the end of June, on the Friday before Leon came to visit. I was in the Metro, on my way to meet Jirka and Petr in a pub, when Fouad said "Ahoj" to me. I said "Ahoj" back, asked if he spoke English ("Yes, of course"), chatted with him for a bit, exchanged phone numbers, and met him the following day for coffee ( Read more... )

Milo died Tuesday evening ( Read more... )

I received the following email last Wednesday:

Kate ( Read more... )