After the merriment of my first blogular jelly bean count thingy, in which I promised a t-shirt to the person who could most accurately guess the number of pictures I took of my infant son in a twenty-minute spree, I vowed to do it again sometime, when I was duly
“Tilt!,” an essay I posted here some months ago, has been recently republished online as a part of an online exhibit at the International Museum of Women’s Imagining Ourselves Project. The International Museum of Women (IMOW) is a “museum without walls” which sponsors events and exhibits online. (Here’s a March,
[A lengthier version of this is cross-posted over at LesbianFamily.org.] It was bedtime, and I thought I was going to have to mount a lengthy campaign to extirpate the lil’ monkey from her downstairs cousins’ room, which she ransacks daily in a never-sated hunger to fiddle with (disassemble, rearrange, touch,