Soppho

My sister made me this little guy for my birthday. Isn’t he adorable?
I come from a really creative family. My older and younger sisters both asked for (and got) sewing machines for Christmas before they had graduated from high school. They knit stuffed animals and crochet wristlets and hats and blankets (oh my). They’ve made [...]

Last weekend, Y Chromosome and I went to Maryland to see my sister and brother-in-law. We checked out their awesome new digs in their pretty new town, played with their lovely-but-99.44-percent-pure-insanity cat, and struck some incredibly embarrassing poses in their Wii Fit (”I call this one the geriatric flamingo with arthritis and a bladder problem”).
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My parents divorced when I was four, and since I’m accustomed to seeing them as two separate entities rather than a pair, I also tend to think of myself as pieces of the two of them—haphazardly stapled together. Maybe sewn together, with awkward stitches that leave visible seams. In fact, I don’t think their genes [...]

A couple of week ago, I took a vacation to my home state of Connecticut and took Y Chromosome with me. It was one of a handful of journeys in his life to the strange and foreign lands above the Mason-Dixon line, and his first venture involving the state in which the CT wasn’t just [...]