ocean 005: looking up at the sun, by lifecanvas_com_au.

Thirteen years ago on September 1, my mother died. She had broken a hip bone in April, and had spent the better part of the next six months in a convalescent hospital ostensibly trying to recuperate from it. My sister and I lived far from home [...]

I will post my thousand words tomorrow. Today, I bow to the eloquence of a friend’s pictures. David Rae’s caption for this: “Toxic Art exhibit on the neutral ground on St. Claude Avenue in the Bywater.” See more of David Rae Morris’ Katrina photojournalism here. And when you are moved, as you are [...]

As the gals passed us by, I found myself commenting to my party guest (after rapidly recording the moment for posterity), “Now that’s something one likes to see.”
Party guest: “A girl in an evening gown riding a tractor.”
Moi: “Youbetcha.”
Party guest (since we were all there wishing bon voyage to our friends with the cross-dressing boys): [...]

Our dear friends with the skirt-wearing, evening-glove bedecked, female pronoun-using son are staying over this week, before they return home to Israel, whence they came eight years ago for grad school. Though none of us in the household (counting seven of us, in our extended state) is a gender-bending boy, I at least am [...]

GranBaba with the Lil Monkey.
Who’s GranBaba? My kid’s blood Gramma’s butchie lesbo sweetie, who else?
I was recently asked the following:
what’s your take on half siblings? other kids from the same donor.. not a part of your family.. who are such lil ppl to you.. or to lil monkey.. where is genetics in your [...]

At the Monterey Bay Aquarium: a room in which a school of fish (do I remember what kind? er, no) perpetually swim in a circle. Like the Jenny Holzer truisms that play in an endless L.E.D. stripe around the room in some of her installations. Only, well, they’re fish.
Is it sadistic, the whole [...]

Every time I look at our Little Monkey and some new hi-jink that she’s got herself up to, I run through a quick series of thoughts, which go something like: (1) O my god that was impossibly adorable &/or amazing. Then (2) I have to share this with somebody (i.e. tell somebody; photograph this; what [...]

“Don’t let the pigeon ride the bus!” she cries. In falsetto. Times infinity.