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  • I haven't been to my trans youth support group in over a month. It meets Wednesday nights. April 22, I had surgery. April 29, I represented TYRA at the gay and lesbian health center's consumer advisory board. May 6 was l…

  • In the Wake of Death, I Hesitate

    I could write about my experiences flying to and from Baltimore, but that seems inappropriately cheerful. I could tell you about all of my wonky family members and their stories, but that seems like the sort of thing I o…

  • My Grandfathers

    My maternal grandfather died this morning at the age of 79. Although he hadn't been in general good health before, he started losing weight very rapidly about a month ago and was hospitalized a few days ago. He had been …

  • A family friend died yesterday at the age of 55, one year after being diagnosed with breast cancer. Although she has not being doing well and I don't think her death has come as much of a surprise to most people, it is n…

  • Answering Machine

    I just recorded all of the messages that are on my answering machine, put them together into one long MP3. They are interesting to hear. Some of them are saved because I know I really like the person who called, and some…

  • Albert Bitton

    Albert Bitton died last week. I found out today. He used to go to my Hebrew school and was one of the students who'd play basketball afterwards. He was a grade above me, better than me at basketball. Sometimes we played …

  • Minestrone

    My mother made minestrone soup from a mix for Shabbes (in addition to a multitude of other dishes) and Yaakov wanted and wanted to know what minestrone was. He at first thought that it must be some sort of meat, and the…

  • Lennon; Bokser; Death; Dogs

    Yesterday it came to my attention that the song Imagine is by John Lennon. I guess I hadn't realized that the Beatles played such political and anti-religious music. I first heard the song Imagine at an interfaith gather…

  • Yesterday I was showing Mary my sketchbook. I show my sketchbook around frequently. There's a page in there were I draw memories of somebody who died in September and then I draw my thoughts on that. Usually when I show …

  • Brother Peace

    11 years ago today, 230 hours, I was standing on the landing looking into the livingroom in the townhouse I lived. My mother gave birth to a purple baby, not breathing was the baby. I was ushered back upstairs. In the mo…

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