This is what I believe: a child’s behavior is a reaction to his sensory and emotional experience of the world around him. While these reactions may sometimes seem deeply flawed to other humans who have already completed the phase a child is going through, they are actually exactly right for the child in question as he or she learns to adapt to and cope with a chaotic, complex, and sometimes hostile world. Every child is born uniquely orientated toward receiving and processing sensory and emotional information, and, as such, they are each motivated to act for their own very personal reasons.
And sometimes one of those reasons is they’re an asshole. Continue reading
It wasn’t even dusk on the west coast when I sprawled out
on the king sized bed in a hotel room in Chelsea,
my legs and arms spread wide as they go,
no limbs at risk of touching any edge,
of falling off the luxurious comfort of vacation.
My burning eyes closed on their own
as I lay thinking
I should take the subway into Boston and make wild love to it,
this city I’ve just met.
The flight was overbooked.
“We need a volunteer,” they said.
“Who’s willing to delay going back?
Who is eager to stay another day?”
Or a week? Or forever?
Who’s willing to cancel their life altogether?
I could’ve already returned to the city of roses and bridges and rain,
To the dome of gray sky.
To the sitting job and the passionless demands
To the mild coma of daily life.
To the place where I exchanged my youth
for a tired, middle aged woman.
A place whose charms and oddities,
once so delightful,
I’d like to once again be endeared to.
I came to it dry and sun withered,
and it made me moist;
I soaked it up like a dried sponge in a rain storm.
But now I’m damp
and I feel split
like fruit left to ripen too long on the vine.
I wouldn’t come back at all
if not for our children.
They belong to it
as much as me
and it’s they who pull me back,
like the sun draws the earth toward it
September 25, 2013
Last night, I decided to get out of the pajama pants and sweatshirt I’d been wearing for two days – one of three sets I’ve kept on rotation for almost a week –put on some bottoms made of denim that contained a metal fastener, in addition to an actual sweater, and go be in the world with people for a few hours. After dinner with my boyfriend, I met my friend Amanda for a short time.
“Hi, love,” Amanda greeted me. “Wow! You look great!”
“People keep saying that,” I told her. Continue reading