A long Holy Saturday

Last night, I was cold and couldn't sleep, so I snuggled up against my husband, who is always warm. When I'm pregnant, I like to press my belly against him so that we can all be warm all together, me and him and the baby.  "Here you go, little guy.  This is your daddy.  You will like him."  Then, last night, I remembered that there is no baby.There is no wild anguish here. I'm just tired, and bewildered.  I was so busy for those seven weeks, I sometimes forgot I was even pregnant, even thou … [Read more...]

RIP, Lou Reed, who understood his own talent completely

The man hated hippies, didn't have a singing voice, and didn't give a shit.Rolling Stone: Glam, punk and alternative rock are all unthinkable without his revelatory example. "One chord is fine," he once said, alluding to his bare-bones guitar style. "Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you're into jazz." Listen closely, hear his tender heart:Here's something written by Dostoevsky, more or less:And here's something by The Shirelles, in an alternate … [Read more...]