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By Jack The other day a friend of ours passed out. He stopped breathing, turned white as a ghost with his eyeballs rolling up in his head. His wife didn’t panic (okay, maybe for a second she panicked), she performed CPR on him and brought him back to life. How fucking cool is that? Of …Continue reading Happy Hump Day By Jack Last night I went to bed feeling really sad and slightly hopeless. I had been reading about the election in North Carolina where Amendment 1 was overwhelmingly approved with a spread of 61% to 39%. That’s a huge amount of people that decided that my rights could be decided at the ballot box. …Continue reading The Wisdom of our Children By Jack Conversations about penises don’t often rise up around our half acre. Mz. Zling and I are currently talking about the crocuses finally poking up after the long, hard winter, and how the kale seems to be thriving in spite of the sunless skies, or how the garlic tops are sprouting through the soil. …Continue reading The Pen Is Mighty By Jack Growing up, Sunday dinners were always at my grandparents’ home. The cousins, aunts and uncles would gather round the table just like a frigging Rockwell painting (okay I’m lying), someone would say grace and then my beloved Grandmother, who prayed at St. Joe’s every day on her way to work at the light …Continue reading Teach Our Children Well…or Maybe Not so Well. By Jack There’s only a difference of one letter between autistic and artistic. Wow, what powerful observation skills I have. But sometimes I think there really isn’t any difference. Okay, before you slam me for being insensitive–our grandkids Paco and Sidewinder are both riding on the Autistic Spectrum Disorder merry-go-round. Now our friend Mar the …Continue reading Artistic? Autistic? The Sexpert By Jack I used to be the size of a continent and then I had gastric bypass surgery so I could get my shredded knees replaced, and then I became unrecognizable to myself. Time passed, shit happened and I gained weight and now I’m a sub-continent. Oh for fuck’s sake, I need …Continue reading Size 12 is not Extra-Large 
By Mz. Zling We have two robins who call our half acre home, at least for most of the year. This Spring they built a nest where the downspout meets the roof, and before long there was a nest full of hatchlings. Ugly little critters, aren’t they? Sort of alien looking, like our grandson Paco. …Continue reading Ugly Babies Grow Up 
By Jack In Clit Notes: A Sapphic Sampler, Holly Hughes, author, poet, lesbian thespian, and a member in good standing of the NEA Four, remarks how silence was her family’s first language. In my family we adopted the don’t ask, don’t tell model way before the military did. Don’t tell your father—he’ll kill you; don’t …Continue reading Don’t Ask Don’t Tell 
By Jack Even though April is National Autism Awareness Month, in our family we are aware of autism every month because both of our grandchildren fall into the autism spectrum. Approximately 1 out of 110 children have been diagnosed with an autism spectrum disorder (CDC 2006 Data) which is a staggering statistic. Paco, who is …Continue reading And Around We Go |
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