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Intimate Strangers
Bas posted a terrific piece on anonymity recently. He pointed out very simply that our anonymity not only protects us, it connects us, by letting us be more open and intimate with each other than is...
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A Contrary Opinion on Driving
What follows is just my opinion. It is not meant to convince you of anything, much less make you question the guidance of your HoH. My opinion is contrary to that of many responsible, reasoned people,...
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Listening
It was one of those vacations that make you feel that the rest of your life—your ordinary life—is merely a dream through which you toss and turn. Just as a dream may present you with problems and...
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A New Start
Longtime readers of this blog will notice that many posts are no longer here. I’ve done this out of respect for Anne’s uncomfortableness with the public airing of our private issues, and from a desire...
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Protectiveness
I don’t know the degree to which this is shared by others, but my desire for dominance is one with my urge to protect. [August 2013 update: I've grown away from the term "dominance," which to me...
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I’m Holding the Handlebars
Even on a tandem bike, there’s only one set of handlebars. The two on the bike have to agree how to deal with that inequality. If the rider in back is very submissive, she says (in words or not): I...
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A Distinctly Feminine Competence
In a reply to Grace at Enjoying the Journey, Sara unknowingly spoke for Anne. Grace, I know for me, when I am stressed and feeling like life is at me and I need to rise to the occasion, is the time...
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Voices
My mother was a teacher at the high school and college levels. Her sister was a pastor’s wife. They are identical twins. Although they both have feminine voices, my aunt’s voice is noticeably higher...
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It’s No Accident
She’s had her defenses up as long as I’ve known her. Never quite letting go. Never deliberately letting me in. Quick to defensive anger. Jealous of her independence. During good times, it seemed I was...
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