• Dreams,  Life

    Meeting Crystal

    I didn’t speak at the open mic at your memorial. What would I have done besides stand there and cry? Your wife and family were there; their grief has precedence. She spoke without introducing herself. She was passionate and I recognized her from photos rotating through the slideshow all night. When she left the stage, I crossed the room to meet her. “Are you Crystal?” “Yes.” You’d described her to me in detail. My name received no flicker of recognition. Your wife asked why I hadn’t brought my family. I couldn’t face the effort required to have them dress up and drive to Seattle. But also, I needed this moment…

  • Dreams,  Pregnancy,  Work

    Fever Dream

    I’m pregnant and right now I’m also sick, so I nap a lot. This afternoon I dreamt that I had to collect everyone’s retirement incentive responses via Facebook. The first problem with this is that I deleted my Facebook account several months ago, because I hate it. I have enough trouble keeping up with my real social obligations without feeling guilty for not tending other people’s virtual gardens or sending them enough clever bumper stickers. The second problem with this is . . . NOOOO, DON’T MAKE ME WORK THROUGH FACEBOOK!!! . . . . Ahem. Anyway, I woke up amused by the idea of creating a “Human Resources” Facebook…