The Grace of Change

Stuff IN My Cat

Pleasurista Marian wrote me after the “Stuff On My Cat” newsletter article, "As I looked around my house I realize what gives me hairballs is not Stuff On My Cat, but Stuff In My Cat."

I wrote her back, intrigued, and asked her what she meant. For Marian it wasn't the stuff outside that was cramping her pleasure-style.

It was all the Stuff inside her poor pleasure-starved head.

Pleasure, Grief, and Eros

This week is my mother’s yahrzeit, the first anniversary of her death.
I’m crying a lot, at unexpected times: swimming up from a night dream in tears; seeing our Japanese maples fire up in all their fall glory; hearing my mom’s dusky voice while I’m driving on the freeway.

I thought I was done with the grief of her. I was wrong.