I’m in careful-what-you-wish-for-land, getting the foot in the door of my future teaching career that I’d just about given up on. (Translation: I’m teaching two sections of English Composition, a mandatory course for all freshmen, up at St. Mary’s College in Moraga.) Continue reading →

1. Betty Dodson rocks.

2. Every man or woman who wants to make love to women needs to watch this.

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This column is named after the temporal relationship between most of my readers and me. You guys are, for the most part, twenty- or thirty-somethings – you’re geeks, grad students, writers; some of you are queer or kinked, and others live outside the mainstream in other ways.

I’m just like you – except for the trifling matter of a couple of decades. Continue reading →

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Urged by everybody we know under the age of thirty-five, E and I went yesterday to watch The Dark Knight… Continue reading →

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I’ve figured out the reason families go on cruises together. It’s not a vacation any one person, or even any one couple, would be likely to choose. But it’s the lowest common denominator. There’s something on a cruise for anyone.

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When I was seventeen, my best friend Candi drove a bunch of us up from Southern California to start college – me at UC Santa Cruz, the other four at Stanford, all in Candi’s little orange Volkswagen Beetle. Continue reading →

Fifteen days ago, my younger son Ben, who was here for the weekend, finally decided to do something he’d been procrastinating for a while: he sent out a couple of job applications.

Thirty-six hours later, much to his surprise (and mine), he had been hired Continue reading →

The word “regret” is one to linger over, full of inherent tension and contradiction.

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