Day In, Day Out

Yesterday, Owen was eating pancakes with lemon and powdered sugar for breakfast when he called me over to the table in great excitement.

“Mom, I just had a really sour bite, then I took a sip of my tea and it was a flavor explosion!”

I laughed and told him that’s why some people like lemon and sugar in their tea, it makes a lovely combination. My sensuous guy is always feeling the world full on like that, and it’s a joy to watch.

Today, a friend and colleague told me she’s getting some medical tests and is too preoccupied and busy holding steady just in her family life to continue the community organizing work we’ve been doing together. I wrote the date of her MRI in my schedule book so I can send her loving thoughts.

Today when Erika* picked up Owen, she was standing outside her car listening to NPR really loud and looking more dyke-y than I’ve seen her since a million years ago when we were dating. That was an interesting feeling!

Today I called and talked with my 80-year old parents, all the way on the other side of the continent. They sounded fine. I miss them.

Today I made my husband my super-special famous granola. She always has it for a snack before bedtime and is very forlorn if she runs out.

Today I returned some jeans I had bought for Seth that weren’t the right style. He had a sore throat this morning, but he went in to school anyway, since they were taking the practice PSAT and he didn’t want to miss it.

Last night I dreamed that the president had died. We are of an age, he and I, and it made me sad in the dream that he had left us so early. (Just fyi I really don’t think this was any kind of premonition dream, just an indication of how stressed out and worried I am about this election.) I’ve been wanting to talk with Tex about a Plan B for what to do if Romney wins, and if Scott Brown wins here in MA. I can’t come up with anything, though, other than keep on. Keep on working with the kids in the QSA and the kids in the GSA and the folks at church who are interested in LGBTQ equality and social justice. Keep making the connections between equal rights for queers and equal rights for everybody, including the planet (which, unlike corporations, really is a person, or at least a complex being of sorts that we’ve been oppressing for centuries). Whoever gets elected, there is still going to be social justice work that needs to be done right here on my own block.

The whole house smells like granola. It’s been a good day.


*My ex and the boys’ other parent gets a different pseudonym every post.


Granola a la The Total Femme

3 cups rolled oats

½ cup chopped almonds

¼ cup sesame seeds

2/3 cup maple syrup

2/3 cup canola or coconut oil

2 tsp. vanilla

1 tsp cinnamon

½ tsp cardamom

pinch of salt


Mix everything together and spread evenly on a baking sheet. Bake at 325 until evenly browned to your satisfaction (1/2 to 1 hour). Stir every now and again. Store in a mason jar (watch the lid!). Keeps for a week or more.



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