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While Crankenstein was at a speaking engagement this evening, educating a group of pediatricians about something-or-other, I was feigning interest in Muriel’s favorite squeak toy, a stuffed fox that I dutifully try to steal from her several times a day so she can courageously defend it. Normally I’d write or work on miniatures in Crankenstein’s […]

“I’m about to rip [Tom] a new asshole,” Youngest Sister fumed this evening, and it seems I hear that a lot these days, often as a greeting. Then she detailed recent developments and I was glad to have previously delayed posting “Same Trailer, Different Park,” a story that’s veered sharply in an unexpected direction due

I’ve thought of my grandfather even more than usual in the days since October 7th. With every anti-Semitic chant brainlessly repeated by youthful American protesters, and each time I walked past the neighborhood shul and saw police stationed at its entrance, I thought of all the cumulative hours he spent telling me, from elementary school

A stranger named Heather G. has emailed me repeatedly in June, each message arriving with the same subject line: “I’m gay, Heather.” Then she asks for money. It’s a political fundraising email tailored for Pride, sent by an organization I’ve never donated to called Voter Protection Project, and if I’d marked it as spam the

When we weren’t lazing around the house today, or working on a LEGO kit as Muriel napped at our feet, Crankenstein and I made our usual treks to Aldi and the Asian market — her beloved king oyster mushrooms don’t procure themselves. In between errands, we delicately discussed whether to ask my neurologist if neurocognitive

Crankenstein requested a screwball comedy tonight, so I asked if she’s seen My Man Godfrey. “What’s it about?” she replied, and after half-listening to my synopsis she said “Yeah, let’s watch rich kids kidnap a hobo!” That’s how I’ll think of Gregory La Cava’s ageless madcap masterpiece from now on, even though it features no

Which of these topics is most deserving of its own post: movie nights with Best Friend, the working theory on what’s wrong with my underarm, or why I’ve joined Youngest Sister in wanting to dangle Tom from a penthouse window? I couldn’t decide, and they’re probably equally uninteresting, so let’s work our way through a

“Can I ask why you’re going to the medical campus?” my ride-share driver asked this morning. “Do you work there?” We’d already established that he lived one street over from mine with his physician wife, and that we shopped at the same Aldi and Costco and shared several favorite neighborhood restaurants. Next we covered conspiracy

How much information do we owe our families about our lives? I don’t have any deep thoughts about this at the moment, only a bunch of unanswered questions. There were times during my sisters’ recent breakup sagas when I hesitated to offer pieces of advice, or carefully reworded sentiments I would’ve rather shared more freely,

“Are you still writing about movies?” a Cranky Lesbian reader asked me today, so I finally updated the site to let Cranky followers know most of what’s been keeping me busy. Little of it will be new to people who check in here, except that I plan to move my reviews to a new URL