Last Thursday: I’m having cocktails and appetizers with D., an old boyfriend. Interesting, how I no longer designate him an “ex.” He ceased to be an ex sometime in 2004,…

Why is the measure of love loss? Last Friday: The ex and I are having lunch at a hole-in-the-wall taqueria on Arctic Avenue, next door to the famed White House…

Midnight, last night: having fallen asleep putting Hank to bed at 8:45, I woke with a start, still in my tank top and cut-offs. I wandered down the stairs for…