I struggle to accept the loss of women in my life, a pattern rooted in losing my mother repeatedly.

I fantasize about reuniting the women from last year’s sapphic soiree to create a better-directed reprise, even though the fantasy feels unrealistic.

A momentary lapse of reason about Serena.

A slightly more reflective reflection on how Serena can make it up to me

My feelings were hurt

Another in a series of posts on things I learned in my recent Sapphic Soiree.

Things get off to a great start.

Preparations begin in earnest.

I do love me a good gift bag. And I made me some. (Seven!)

Not too long after the last (but one – save Anastasia, who was settling up for the damage done at table #1) arrived, Cee returned from upstairs, having left Polina to struggle with the music situation. Somehow, they had become…