When we lived in Milwaukee, Monica taught at an inner-city elementary school with a student population that was 100% African-American. I think there was one other white, female teacher there.
We attended a Christmas party for faculty and staff where excellent soul food was served – collared greens, potato salad, fried chicken. I was uncomfortable, to [...]
Monica and I met a lesbian in the New York Pizzeria in our neighborhood last week.* Actually, Monica met her at the bar, and I showed up just in time to make sure the little chat steered clear of any hanky-panky talk.** Somehow, the conversation turned to the ridiculously-fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants, five-week-long Eastern Europe trip on which [...]
It ain’t what we thought it would be:
Austin, Kenya, Baltimore, Milwaukee, Fayetteville, Seattle – that’s 6 moves in 6 years!
Closing the Baraka School, just when we were hitting our stride. And we missed the wildebeest migration in the Serengeti.
No jobs in Milwaukee, the city we loved.
Down to Fayetteville to teach at a university and, surprise! [...]
Sex is best performed in the morning time,
Before rising, before coffee or food.
Amorousness leads to that horny crime,
And she makes the best of his morning wood.
In our bedroom, Sundays were best, but now
We have a dog, and other things to do.
Permit me here to espouse upon how
I’m cock-blocked by a 20-pound WestiePoo.
As soon as [...]
Because Kevlar© is taken.
Because there aren’t many nicknames for Kevins, and none roll off the tongue quite as well as Kev-lar.
Because that nickname was bestowed upon me by my best female friend in college, and every time I mention her name, Monica seems slightly irked. The fact that I can still elicit jealousy makes [...]