Portrait, in absentia
Dad on the couch, Berkeley, CA
Home, lost and found
Last Thanksgiving with Dad, 2012, Berkeley, CA. Twenty years ago last month, I was in the daze of my first weeks without my mother. I had been attending San Francisco Lesbian Avenger meetings during the summer, and then dropped off during the weeks before and after her early September
Ninety-two things about my dad
Dad died a week ago today, at 92. What follows is more hagiography than exposé; forgive me. Many factoids are wobbly around the edges. This is just my own vision. If you knew him, you may find much familiar, but I’m sure your mileage will vary. Also many of these