“Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.” Euripides, Medea. As I approach the end of my time in this world, I want to plant some things in the record. I don’t want this in the open record, of course. I don’t want to cause my family unnecessary pain: as the reader is aware, this account was sealed among my private papers in the University Library’s Presidential Archives. I’ve n...

In the L&D Suite, at the Winter Solstice “She’s dilated to 8 cm and mostly effaced. Contractions are strong, about 3 minutes apart,” said the nurse. “She seems delirious.” “She's into transition now. She’s likely to be a little out of it. Or a lot. Did she bring a focal point? Where’s her labor coach?” asked the charge nurse. “Oh, you’d better notify Dr. Weems that she’s in transition.” “Weems sent her husband out to get...

Halsey lay next to Maia in the bed. She had just brought Maia to an intense orgasm. Maia was breathing slowly and deeply, waiting for her heart rate to slow. Halsey leaned across and kissed her passionately. “I really, really love you,” she said. “Oh, and I love doing this, too.” She was combing her lover’s pubic hair with her fingers. Halsey frowned, “Mine is so sparse.” Maia rolled onto her side to face her. “It’s a blo...