Soppho

After several months and a good deal of half-hearted searching, I’m pleased to report that I am finally moving, and Y Chrome is officially moving in with me. (His body already lives here, but his clothes, furnishings, and shameful boy things I’m sure I’m about to discover, have all taken up residence elsewhere.) The move [...]

When I was younger, I always thought it was strange when people made a big deal about the deaths of celebrities, often people I’d never heard of. I’d watch images of people leaving flowers, or crying, or holding vigils, and feel bewildered at the outpouring of grief for people they didn’t even know.
It turns out, [...]

Me: Okay, how about those little crusty things you get in your eyes when you sleep? What did you call those when you were a kid?
Y Chromosome: Sleepers.
Me: Really?! REALLY?! I did, too! Finally, we found some sort of commonality in our childhoods. This is exciting. Sleepers, yeah!
Y Chrome: Well, sometimes we called them ’sleepers’, [...]

Y Chromosome pulls a light colored strand from his shirt.
Me: Your other girlfriend’s hair, I presume?
Y Chrome: It’s not hair. I think it’s a fiber.
Me: Riiiiight. I believe you. What’s her name?
Y Chrome: Polly-Esther Rayon.
Me: A southern woman, hm? I should have known.

While we were watching t.v. last night, a commercial featuring Laura Bush came on.
Me: Oh, come on now, Laura. I can clearly see your eyes moving back and forth as you’re reading from the teleprompter.
Y Chrome: Isn’t she a literacy advocate? Isn’t that what she’s pushing—reading to your children? She’s reading!  It’s not “recite from [...]