My First Great Love Hates My Guts

I Fear That His Judgment of Me Is True

The first time I thought someone might actually hate me, I had just received an email from my first boyfriend, three years after we broke up. He was replying to an invitation I’d sent to meet for coffee when I planned to visit Seattle from New York City later that month.

“Thank you for the invitation to catch up, however I must very respectfully decline,” he wrote.

Very respectfully decline? Coming from someone I had once known so well, that felt like the Internet equivalent of getting the door slammed in my …

To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women …

He Leaves Me

out of breath in the same way

one sprints through a tunnel
trying to catch a train one knows

one’s going to miss, thinking:

was I trying to run away with him
or …

Sonnet 143

Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather’d creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she …

I wish I were a killer whale

Sure, you would have to look beyond my 5-ton physique,
understand that a washboard stomach is only a dream,
and that I will always be hairless.

I could no longer open …

Don’t Freak Out if You’re Not Lusting After a Baby

You Don’t Have to Be Selfish, Shallow, or Self-Absorbed to Decide Not to Become a Parent

Why do some adult men and women choose not to have kids? Los Angeles Times columnist Meghan Daum had only seen the topic addressed in a “really glib, flippant way.” …