It’s Just Lunch – A Flat Apology

Eighteenth in a series [gs *] Twenty-four hours after I hoped that he meant to process his hurt feelings in private, I get another email from lunch-guy. I’m really wondering how he’s dealing with his wife and kids throughout all this – ‘Man!’ I’m thinking ‘this fool needs to slow the fuck down!’ Anyway –…

It’s Just Lunch – Boy Noise

Sixteenth in a series [gs *] My husband calls that ‘boy-noise’. That innocently misogynistic/immature masculine effort to shut out what a woman tells him, her feeling, meaning, message, with a cool pseudo-unemotional logic. That reductionist certainty that he understands everything there is to know about the situation. Rationalizing away the essential core of her truth.…

It’s Just Lunch – A Novel Exploration

Thirteenth in a series [gs *] Shortly after hitting ‘send’ on the go-away email, I have a Transformational Kinesiology with my [gs TK] practitioner friend Saren. If you’re familiar with muscle testing (that weird arm-pushing yes/no? business), you’ll have an idea of what this is. But TK is about more than figuring out which Bach…