By the second month I had the relationship memorized. Not him – I want to be precise about the distinction. I was still learning him, still finding the edges of a person who revealed himself slowly, partly because he was genuinely private and partly because he did not have a strong habit of volunteering things….
We didn’t have a conversation about what we were. I want to be clear that this was not an oversight or an avoidance – it simply didn’t come up, because the thing we were was already apparent to me and I assumed it was therefore apparent to Damian. We were together. We had been together…
The shoes were the first thing I noticed. This is not because I am a person who thinks about shoes particularly. I am a person who thinks about people, and the shoes told me something about the person – specifically, that he was a man who had purchased footwear at some point in the recent…
I should probably tell you that this story has a point. It does, technically, though I’ll be honest with you: I didn’t notice the point while I was inside the story. I noticed it afterward, which is a very me thing to do – the noticing arriving slightly late, in the calm aftermath, when I…
Darryl was technically almost my patient, which is the first of several things about the Gemini chapter that I would rather not examine too closely. He came into the cardiac unit on a Thursday with something that turned out to be nothing – a stress response presenting as arrhythmia, resolved in four hours, discharged with…
Marcus was not a plan. I want to be clear about this because the Taurus chapter is where the experiment gets complicated to explain – not because anything complicated happened, but because nothing complicated happened, and I am not used to that being a positive quality. I met Marcus at a bar on a Thursday…
I should explain about my mother first, because she is the context for everything. My mother is beautiful and chaotic and genuinely, infuriatingly wise in the specific way of people who have arrived at correct conclusions through methodology that any reasonable person would reject. She reads charts. She pulls tarot. She believes in karma with…
I’m standing at the window of my apartment looking at my mother’s kitchen light. This is my life now. I am thirty years old, a registered nurse with a specialty in cardiac care and an unplanned minor in applied astrology, and I live directly across the street from my mother, which is either the most…
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