Wishbone Comes True

In 1959, restaurateurs June and Jerry Norwitt took a drive north from San Francisco, lured by the vision of a rural, Bonanza-like lifestyle. Within a day, the couple found 160 acres of hilly land on Roblar Road in northern Petaluma and bought it for $30,000. Cash. They wound up raising two sons and 200 sheep on the ranch.

Over 50 years later, their grandson Josh Norwitt and his wife, Miriam Donaldson, are reliving the dream—except this time around, the two artist-and-musicians-turned-restaurateurs, who recently opened Wishbone in Petaluma, moved to the ranch from San Diego, lured mostly by the vision of (gasp!) a rent-free place to live. They christened it the Tilted Ranch because, as Donaldson points out, “There’s no barn, hardly any fences, not much infrastructure. It’s a rough piece of property. It’s not your typical ranch.”

Which is part of what makes it so lovely. On a recent Tuesday I’m lucky enough to be picnicking at the ranch’s apex, a gentle mountain of scrubby grass and ancient rocks that offers a 360-degree panorama of the county. “There’s Santa Rosa and there’s Rohnert Park,” Donaldson says, pointing, “and if you have a drink and squint just right, you can even see the coast out there.” She hands out hunks of seeded bread and blackberries. Norwitt periodically chases after their two-year-old nephew, Leto, named after the worm God-Emperor from the Dune books.

Tippy-Suzie, the last of the ancestral Norwitt cows and the sole limousin breed, roams the land with some 30 Scottish Highland cattle—the source of every steak, burger and pâté plate served at Wishbone.

There are also seven sheep and one brand-new lamb, born less than 30 hours ago. (Norwitt pulled the lamb out himself; his three-year-old daughter Poppy promptly dubbed it “Head Bottle.”) Three generations live on the Tilted Ranch, including Norwitt’s father, Bruce, sister, Brook, two nephews and brother-in-law, Dan, who makes pastries and pasta at Wishbone. (“If it’s got flour in it, Dan made it,” says Donaldson.)

Near the thick of trees they call “the Brain” (“a neat, Hobbity place,” explains Donaldson) sits the trailer that she and Norwitt lived in for three years while running their first restaurant, Humble Pie, in Penngrove. Some nights, jonesing to watch a movie after work, they’d use a car battery for juice. They’ve since upgraded to a cozy little house, built mostly by Norwitt, with cathedral ceilings, paint swatches on the walls and jars of fermenting kraut on the porch.

In late 2010, when they lost their lease at Humble Pie (which shared a building with the Black Cat Bar) just weeks after Poppy was born, people mourned the loss of Donaldson’s biscuits and homemade ketchup. Next came Blue Label, which they essentially inherited after helping Bill Cordell, who abruptly bowed out, launch the place. “We never intended on getting that deep into it,” Norwitt explains. Donaldson chimes in: “Even though someone was handing us a restaurant, we wanted something that was actually our brainchild.”

So after a few months of serving sublime truffle egg biscuits in the sunny spot above the Belvedere, they went back to the ranch, raising cattle, raising Poppy. A few years later, Wishbone came true, thanks to a few investors, including two Humble Pie regulars.

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Located in the corner spot that was the Three Cooks Cafe (whose iconic sign will hang for eternity, according to their lease), Wishbone is an expression of the couple’s natural DIY aesthetic. It’s cool but not contrived. (“Just don’t call us trendy,” Donaldson pleads. “Trendy sucks D.”)

Norwitt built the benches, and Donaldson raided her fabric stash to cover them. (“That’s my retro coat in the nook.”) The chairs they got for a buck apiece from Petaluma High School, where Norwitt carved “Marilyn Manson Rules” and “Biology Sucks” into one of them many years ago.

By 10am on a recent Saturday, the place is nearly packed. A turntable plays Neil Young and Dizzy Gillespie, photos of an irie Bob Marley hang on the wall, and a giant wreath—we’re talking boughs, not twigs—hangs above the main dining area.

“Raising food, growing food and cooking food for the public takes up about 92 percent of my brain space at all times,” says the self-taught chef Donaldson, who enjoys hitting an “off-kilter harmony” with her food. To wit, the brunch menu features chili and eggs ($10), sourdough apple pancakes ($11) and smoked herring on toast, served with mascarpone, arugula and fruit ($12). Steeped in vanilla bean and cinnamon sticks and served over ice, the vanilla milk is delightful ($4).

Humble Pie fans will find the “pork chop of awe + wonder” ($25) and beef “blueballs” ($9) served with Brussels sprouts and that homemade ketchup. The Valentine’s menu features a prix fixe meal that includes oysters, lamb chops, cheese and vegetable tarts, and chocolate fondue for dessert.

“We like to create a little party,” says Donaldson, explaining the whole point of Wishbone. “It’s communal, a fun little piece of magic you have to experience with someone else.”

Wishbone, 841 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 707.763.2663.

Philip Seymour Hoffman 1967–2014

Ten years ago, I was calling Philip Seymour Hoffman “America’s wettest actor” on the grounds of a bad movie, Love Liza, about a gas-huffing widower mourning his wife. Hoffman, who died last Sunday in Manhattan at the age of 46, always challenged us to get past the queasiness caused by his worst-case-scenario characters.

Today, I think the loss of Hoffman is inconceivable. The means of that loss is immaterial, as far as I’m concerned.

Actors have breakthroughs, whether the audience is there to watch them or not. One such was in The Savages, a bleak comedy about old age and decay, in which Hoffman showed a great capacity for tenderness. Hoffman’s character—a university professor in some distress because of a bum spine—was eminently lovable, listening to Kurt Weill and driving around Buffalo, N.Y., under the influence of a few stolen Percocets.

Tribute reels will recall his Bond-style villain in Mission: Impossible III, a perfect tuxedoed ogre, and the smooth croak of a voice that could rumble like distant thunder. They’ll include the older scenes, back when actors were tethered to telephone chords like leashed, pacing dogs, as when Hoffman had a fuck-you shouting contest with Adam Sandler in Punch-Drunk Love. Significantly, some of Hoffman’ best performances were played pressed to telephone receivers, or alone, banging his skull in rage or disappointment.

He won the Oscar for Best Actor for Capote, and he was sensational, but it was his last huge performance that should have been honored.
I saw The Master in 70mm. It justified Paul Thomas Anderson’s faith in a grand, dying film format to see the final close-up of Hoffman’s
L. Ron Hubbard surrogate Lancaster Dodd as he was kissing off a favorite disciple (Joaquin Phoenix). There might have been an insinuation of sexual attraction; if so, that insinuation was just a skin-thin mask over something scarier: a raw urge to dominate and devour. I’ll never forget Hoffman’s face on that big screen, more frightening than the domed green head of the great and powerful Oz.

The Squeamish Parent’s Guide to Teen Sex

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Think back to fifth or sixth grade. Remember that awkward spring afternoon when Mrs. So-and-So announced that the boys would be leaving the classroom with Mr. Teacher Man while the girls remained behind? Remember that man’s voice narrating the video, how it was oddly formal, as if he were dictating a special report on the 6 o’clock news?

A few kids at the back of the classroom giggled as the short, outdated film about periods and babies and endocrine glands blinked from the screen. After the video, the teacher cleared her throat and approached the front of the classroom, asking if there were any questions. Remember how silent that room was? How you could see red crawling up the ears of a few classmates? Remember wanting to know more? To see more? To feel more, like holding someone’s hand, or French kissing that kid you rode the bus with every day?

A couple years later, most of us experienced some variation of the dreaded sex-education class in middle school, but few of us were told how it really feels to be aroused or what kinds of emotions might come up when we really, really want to do it with Ralph Macchio or the lifeguard at the public pool. Mostly, we were told—with varying degrees of assertiveness—that all of the hot, raging, dizzying sexual desires of our youth should really just be saved for “later.” In other words, for marriage.

Eventually, through sneaking copies of your brother’s Playboy magazines and watching the pool house scenes from Fast Times at Ridgemont High and reading “How to Win a Man with Superior Blowjob Techniques” articles in your neighbor’s sister’s Cosmo, you fumbled your way into an active sex life, grew up and maybe had kids of your own. And you realized one night that Aw, shit. My kid will someday be doing it, too. Now what?

“It’s important to incorporate into your everyday parenting the assumption that your kids are going to grow up and be sexually active, relationship-having people and you [should] treat their sexual health like you treat all of the other parts of their health,” says sex-positive parenting expert Airial Clark.

According to Clark, sex-positive parenting is not just about lecturing our kids to use condoms so they don’t get pregnant or infected with STIs—which, however, we absolutely should be doing (the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) and Prevention reports that young people between the ages of 15 and 24 are infected with diseases like chlamydia and gonorrhea at a whopping rate four times higher than the rest of us). In fact, Clark says that talking to kids about safe sex happens to be the easiest aspect of having sex-related dialogue with our kids. But, she points out, there’s much more that we should include in our conversations, regardless of how squeamish it makes us.

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Clark, who lives in Oakland with her two teen sons, runs the Sex-Positive Parent blog and offers private consultations and workshops where she coaches parents on having healthy conversations about sexuality with their kids. She recommends providing a specific style of sex education at home that deconstructs media and social messages about sexuality with kids in developmentally appropriate ways, an idea that at once seems awkward and practical at the same time.

Yet talking about sex can be tricky for parents with even the most open-minded of intentions. As Clark points out, they can either learn from us or from the myriad conflicting messages they receive through mainstream media.

Clark says she took a look at “all of the different things that kids are being told about heterosexuality and compulsive masculinity” and thought, “Wow, I’m gonna raise date-rapists if I don’t intervene. And I also wanted them to know that they were not immune to exploitation or immune to abuse. I wanted them to know ‘your body matters’ and make consent a personal issue, not some external issue that I think we see too much of, like ‘Oh, consent is something that girls have to worry about and boys don’t.’

“I wanted to take the gender out of that dynamic, so they know that human beings are vulnerable and bodies deserve respect and protection at all times, no matter whose body it is.”

In a country sharply divided over how we educate our kids about sex and contraception, this might all seem progressive and liberating to us here in California’s endless summer. Yet when it comes to actually talking to our kids about the realities of sexuality and the different ways relationships manifest when clothes come off and body fluids and feelings are involved, it’s only natural for parents to freeze up.

“It’s usually based in fear, and I try to validate them,” Clark says. “How can you raise children in this society and not be freaking terrified? You live in a rape culture. We feel super-helpless because victims are blamed. So if your kid does get hurt, the whole planet is gonna tell your kid that it’s their fault—and by extension, its your fault. And if you experienced any kind of sexual trauma, you were told it was your fault.

“So I try to tell them,” Clark continues, “‘Yeah, you should be scared. If you weren’t scared, I’d be worried. It’s normal.’ But the question is, what are you going to do with it? Are you going to allow it to shut you down? Or are you going to take steps to do self-care on your own end so you can be available to educate and support your kids?”

Several studies, including one conducted by the CDC, show that teens who talk with their parents about sex, relationships, birth control and pregnancy begin to have sex at later ages, use condoms and birth control more often if they do have sex, have better communication with romantic partners and have sex less often. It seems that parents—or other trusted adults—can have a huge impact on the sexual literacy of our kids. But according to Abigail Barajas, a youth program coordinator with the Santa Rosa Community Health Centers, parents aren’t having those much-needed conversations.

“There is no conversation going on between the kids and the parents,” she says. “It’s like, ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ or if we do talk about it, it’s going to be me telling you how horrible it is and all of these horrible things are going to happen to you.’

“Who teaches us about relationships? Who teaches us about communication? Parents. They are role models. I don’t understand how parents, in this day and age, are still so narrow-minded about sexuality.”

The Santa Rosa Community Health Centers, which runs a clinic at Elsie Allen High School, is doing its best to fill in the dialogue gap with limited funding and through peer-education groups. But as Barajas points out, the rate of teen pregnancies and cases of STIs in Sonoma County has increased since her outreach and education program underwent major funding cuts three years ago—right at the very time she felt the programs were making a positive impact on incidents of teen pregnancy. Still, her efforts are making a difference, which she attributes to open, honest and normalized conversations about sexuality.

“We got money maybe 10 years ago to start a teen pregnancy-prevention program,” says Barajas, “and in the group that I started, [teens] came and we got all of the information we needed to start the teen services. Then after that, they didn’t want to go away. They wanted to learn more, they wanted us to teach them life skills so when they were out with their friends, they could help them.

“It has been an ongoing group for 10 years and I’ve had about 300 youth go through the group,” Barajas adds. “Some of them are now working in our center, and some of them went on to become educators with health education. I’ve seen that it works because they are constantly texting me and we are constantly in contact with them. It does work.”

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Like Clark, Barajas doesn’t end the conversation with information about STIs, HIV and teen pregnancy prevention.

“We want to be positive about sex, but the mainstream schools, they want us to go in there and show pictures of nasty STIs, and that’s not really sex ed,” she says. “Most of all, I want them to be aware of their bodies, I want them to honor and respect their bodies. Otherwise, they’re not going to take care of themselves.”

Even with programs like Barajas’ and with information about sex more readily available from here to Poughkeepsie, what is most often heard about teens and sex are the accounts of golden boys on football teams drugging or intoxicating young girls and sexually assaulting them for fun. We all watched as newscasters gushed sympathy for the Steubenville rapists. The religious right continues to be militant in its anti-choice agenda, shaming teen moms and slut-shaming women who want access to contraception.

When a whopping 44 percent of rape victims are under 18, according to the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network, it is crucial that kids are educated about consent and healthy boundaries. And that’s the hard part—teaching our kids about sex and self-respect, along with the joys and risks of emotional and physical intimacy, even if it scares the bejeezus out of us. But what about our sexuality as parents? Is it OK to disclose information about what we’re into, how many partners we’ve had or what really happened after that hiking date last week? Married, single, hetero, gay, bi, trans, poly—whatever our sexual orientation, how much is too much information for our kids? And how are we ever going to be able to look them in the face again if they discover we are into some really kinky stuff? Or that we have more than one lover? Or that we’re gay?

“There’s a big difference between educating and pushing it onto your kids. I’m definitely not advocating for anyone to push any kind of sexual agenda onto their children. That’s really the opposite of what I hope my work is doing,” says Clark. “But the baby boomer version of sexuality, the consumer culture around sex—it’s dysfunctional and it makes us feel bad when we’re real about sexuality because we don’t have enough examples.”

Clark says some of her coaching, which includes clients from as far away as Australia, India, Ireland and Eastern Europe, focuses on helping parents with coming-out strategies with their kids and how parents with other kinds of “alternative” sexualities can be open and honest about who they are.

“How do you talk about your sexuality,” Clark asks, “and not make it an exception in your own household, right? Because the dominant narrative is man-and-woman reproduction, but that’s never gonna happen if you’re gay, so why teach that first and then teach yourself as this weird secondary or periphery sexuality when it’s your fucking house and it’s your family? If you have an alternative sexuality, there’s ways to explain it where it doesn’t violate your child’s boundaries.”

And of course there’s the question of how single parents can fit in some boot-knocking without traumatizing the kids. When do we introduce our kids to a new lover? Or do we? Is it OK for our kids to hate someone we’re sleeping with—or do they even need to know we’re getting laid?

It’s all contextual, Clark says. And like everything else in the great wild world of parenting, we will make mistakes. We’ll screw up and embarrass them and scare them and totally gross them out when they see us making out in the car after a date. Hopefully, though, we can push through those panic attacks we have about our kids having sex and learn to enjoy an occasional (or, God willing, frequent) sexcapade with one or more consensual, orgasm-giving partners.

And maybe someday our kids will look back and remember something other than an awkward middle-school sex-ed class. Maybe they’ll remember how embarrassing and brave it was for their parents to talk about oral sex. Maybe they’ll remember how confident they felt that first time putting on a condom in front of a partner because their dad handed them a box one time and let them practice at home.

And when all is said and done, maybe they’ll look back and feel grateful for all of the hard work we’ve done in raising them, even if they’re creeped out just by knowing that we’re getting some, too.

Robin Oliveira’s Love Letter to Impressionism

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Toward the end of her life, as her vision steadily declined, American painter Mary Cassatt burned all of the letters to, and from, her friend and mentor, Edgar Degas.

“She burned a significant portion of impressionist history,” says author Robin Oliveira, whose new book, I Always Loved You, uses historical fiction to examine the complex relationship between the two painters, all in the context of a shining Paris positively bristling with artists. Oliveira appears at Book Passage on Feb. 7.

The nature of the relationship between Cassatt and Degas remains a mystery, even to the biographers and historians who’ve spent years poring over musty diaries, journals and letters, trying to find clues. Were they in love? Had they been lovers at any point in time? It’s a historical lacuna into which Oliveira dived with enthusiasm, after discovering the anecdote about the burned letters during a 2009 trip to Paris with her husband.

Set during the Belle Époque—the “beautiful era” of peace and prosperity (for a privileged few) tucked between the early years of the French Third Republic and World War I—I Always Loved You takes readers into the inner lives of Degas and Cassatt, and on a journey through the salons, cabarets, bistros and studios populated by artists and writers like Édouard Manet, Berthe Morisot, Claude Monet, Camille Pissarro, Pierre-Auguste Renoir and Emile Zola.

Taking Mary Cassatt as her centerpiece, Oliveira draws an engaging portrait of the young American painter, whose dedication to her art, combined with talent and innovation, led her to being the only American asked to show work alongside the formidable impressionists, the renegade group that rejected the rules of the Salon, France’s art-establishment giant. She was invited into the insular circle by Degas, who had become intrigued with Cassatt after spotting her at the opening of the Salon, and after seeing much promise in one of her paintings.

Unsurprisingly, the book also digs into the complicated relationship between Cassatt and her father, a wealthy stockbroker and land speculator who didn’t quite approve of his daughter’s artistic impulses. “I like writing strong female characters,” Oliveira says, on the phone from her home outside of Seattle. “To think about the kind of strength and determination that she had to defy her father.”

But Oliveira found the biggest challenge came with Degas. “He was a very difficult person for me to understand,” explains Oliveira. “He was a really irascible guy. He was pretty much difficult to everybody, but he would write these lovely notes to his friends as well.”

Best known for his breathtaking, light-infused paintings of young ballerinas onstage and in the studio, Degas struggled with what was most likely a form of macular degeneration from an early age, says Oliveira. Despite this significant challenge, he managed to create an astounding body of work. In order to find a deeper connection with Degas, Oliveira leapt through a series of hoops to be able to see artifacts from Degas’ studio now kept at the Musée d’Orsay, items stored in the basement and not generally seen by the general public.

The visit helped her create a more nuanced depiction of a man some call a misogynist, though Oliveira doesn’t see him that way. “I think he was a realist. He was reacting against the strict Salon art, and he said, let’s paint women how they really are.”

Along with her visit to the Musée d’Orsay, Oliveira traveled to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Philadelphia Museum of Art, the Louvre and the National Gallery in London to view works of art by her main subjects. She read some 50 books on art history, art technique, diaries and biographies of the impressionists, all of which formed the foundation for the novel. The author of one other work of historical fiction, My Name Is Mary Sutter, Oliveira finds the research process to be a “complete blast.”

“My approach is that I don’t change the facts of their lives,” she says. “I don’t move them from place to place. I don’t make up incidents. I’m very careful about the schedule of their lives. I won’t invent things that couldn’t possibly have happened, but I’m very attuned to the creation of who they were. I’m always balancing between fiction and history, and taking a great deal of care [with] why the things that happened, happened.”

Letters to the Editor: February 11, 2014

Not Terrified

As a sex educator who believes deeply in the need for parents and caregivers to feel confident as the primary sexuality educators for their children, I felt the fear-based, alarmist tone of “Teenage Confidential” (Feb. 5) was enough to scare parents, not encourage them.

Rather than addressing the question posed on the cover, “So why should talking about it with your teens be so difficult?” the article perpetuates the notion that it is difficult and scary, without giving advice as to how to make it less scary.

Although I am an admirer of Airial Clark’s work, I don’t agree with her assertion that if she didn’t make a special effort to educate her boys, she would “raise date rapists.” If that were the case, most boys in the world would be date rapists. Nor do I feel terrified or helpless raising my son, as she asserts in her comments we all must feel.

On the contrary, I feel confident and empowered. This is the message I strive to convey to parents. Being the primary sexuality educator for your child is the opportunity to impart your values around sexuality and sexual health to your kids. What I can provide is the education to parents so they have the facts that go along with their personal values. And I encourage parents to take the opportunity to examine their values closely and be open to the possibility that these might change as their children grow and pose new challenges.

The article focuses on talking to our kids to keep boys from raping and to keep teens from suffering unintended pregnancies and sexually transmitted infections. Why not encourage parents to talk to their kids about sex, not just because we’re scared of the consequences of not doing it, but because it’s an incredibly important part of life, because we are sexual beings from birth until death?

We all want our kids to be happy and to have healthy, respectful, loving intimate relationships when they grow up. As parents and caregivers, we are our children’s first experience of love. This education starts the moment they are born, as they learn about love and trust, as we meet their needs for food, shelter and affection with a loving touch.

If we have ongoing age-appropriate conversations with our children about sex and sexuality, including our own, by the time they are teens, it’s all just part of life for them, and there’s nothing to be grossed out about and nothing to be scared of.

Santa Rosa

For Shame

Shame on you for setting up women and girls like this (“Teenage Confidential,” Feb. 5), another notch in your gun of bait-and-switch. How many of the billion boys and men in the world will wave the cover of this issue in the face of 1 billion girls and women as a way to get into their pants? As you note, we “live in a rape culture.” The real problem, as you pointedly failed to mention, is misogyny—lack of respect for women. At least you’re making sexy advertising bucks.

Santa Rosa

Other Funding

I agree with Michele Luna [director of Stewards of the Coast and Redwoods] that we need to find other ways—besides use fees—to generate revenue to help fund our state parks (“Beaches ‘n’ Foes,” Jan. 29). I believe there are revenue-generating options at the state and regional level to supplement operational costs and do away with use fees altogether. I, for one, would be interested in a committee at the regional level to explore alternatives for generating additional income for our local parks and preserves.

Guerneville

Congrats to Wishbone

Congrats on new digs, must check out (“Wish Come True,” Feb. 5). And wow—if these two have kids, they are going to have the best hair color ever!

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Ending Domestic Violence

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The issue of violence against women is serious. According to the United Nations, one in three women on the planet will be raped, beaten or sexually abused in her lifetime. That is 1 billion mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, grandmothers and nieces.

The Petaluma Police Department recorded 152 domestic violence incidents in Petaluma in 2011. Countless other incidents go unreported. It is unacceptable that any act of violence should go unreported. It is unacceptable that any victim should carry that pain and anguish without an avenue for release and healing.

One Billion Rising for Justice is a global call to survivors of violence and those who love them, to gather safely in community outside places where they are entitled to justice—courthouses, police stations, government offices, school administration buildings, work places, sites of environmental injustice, military courts, embassies, places of worship, homes or simply public gathering places where people deserve to feel safe but often do not. It is a call to break the silence—politically, spiritually, outrageously—through art, dance, marches, ritual, song, spoken word, testimonies and whatever way feels right.

On Feb. 14, V-Day.org is inviting 1 billion people to rise up for justice, walk out, dance and demand an end to this violence. For the second year, 1 billion rising will move the earth, activating women and men around the world to demonstrate their collective strength, numbers, and solidarity across borders. One billion people rising is a revolution.

While numerous One Billion Rising events are scheduled in the Bay Area, one in particular is scheduled for the North Bay, North Bay Rising (Petaluma). To participate at the event nearest you, go to www.OneBillionRising.org.

Join us, along with over 182 other countries, in rising for justice and saying “No more!” to the violence.

Carol Sanders is a board member of Guided to Safety.
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Married, with an Asterisk

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Although the number of married heterosexual couples has reached an all-time low in the United States, the term “single” has perhaps never been more complicated.

Filing taxes as a singleton or checking the “single” box in the doctor’s office doesn’t necessarily reflect where many Americans, even those with eventual plans to marry, are with their partnerships or their families. And so some long-term partnered Americans are “upgrading” their terminology to “husband” and “wife,” even as they express wariness about matrimony.

In 2012, 56 million American households were made up of unmarried women and men—that makes up 46 percent of households nationwide. But considering that 40 percent of unmarried straight couples in 2012 lived with at least one biological child (of either partner), “single” still falls short of the contemporary landscape of family.

Twenty-nine-year-old Frances Locke in New York says that her male partner is also adverse to using “girlfriend” because he sees it as implying a lack of a commitment. She uses “partner” interchangeably with “husband” when referring to her children’s father, but reverts to nuptial language when in the presence of those from a “certain generation” due to lingering social expectations.

“The main reason that we use these words is to avoid the judgment that people have for unmarried couples with kids,” says the mother of three. “You would think that this type of attitude would be rare, but we’ve had people call our kids bastards on more than one occasion. Even my mother-in-law has tried to guilt us into marriage, saying, ‘Well, now that the baby is here, it’s not appropriate that you’re not married.’ People see any choice that doesn’t vibe with their life view as an indictment on their own choices, and we’d rather just avoid the drama.”

Early in their relationship the couple purchased rings, and they have discussed getting engaged and/or entering a domestic partnership. But even though Frances and her partner are on the same page regarding commitment, loyalty and monogamy, apprehensions about the institution of marriage remain—particularly as they relate to the LGBTQ community and women.

“As a bisexual woman, I feel it’s pretty messed up that I can only marry because I am in love with a man rather than a woman at this stage in my life, and my partner feels the same way,” says Locke. “Now that DOMA has been repealed, we’ve brought the issue up again, but there are still other problematic aspects of the institution that bother us. Personally, I am uncomfortable with the history of female ownership that marriage comes with.”

Sarah (whose name has been changed to protect her privacy), a 35-year-old medical school student in Washington, D.C., sees the traditional big party as an incentive to get legally married. But five years into a relationship that has yielded a two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, she feels that ship has sailed.

“We’re old enough that our parents aren’t going to throw us a nice wedding, and that would have been the main draw for me—a great big smashing party,” she says. While she supports marriage as an opportunity to validate unions, she is also discomforted by the societal expectation of marriage, which she says “perpetuates gender-normative behavior.”

Nevertheless, she refers to her daughter’s father as her “husband” in her professional and academic setting.

“We did pick up on a certain stigma when we moved to D.C.,” says Sarah, who made the move from San Francisco. “I would say it might be localized to the administration of my school, and maybe some of my younger classmates. But I’ve definitely noticed it.”

The couple currently has no plans to marry, even though Sarah’s partner is not an American citizen. With the birth of their daughter, he has secured dual citizenship. Even if the family decides to relocate to his native country, Sarah would be entitled to the same benefits as a spouse.

But despite resorting to matrimonial language in her daily life, Sarah resists the notion that she would like to pass as married. She views “husband” simply as shorthand for the live-in father of her child, with whom she is entwined financially and emotionally.

Koa Beck is the former editor in chief of Mommyish.com. Follow her on Twitter @Koalani.

This article first appeared in Salon.com, at http://www.Salon.com. An online version remains in the Salon archives. Reprinted with permission.

Bad ‘Date’

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Four years ago, Sixth Street Playhouse presented playwright Robert Caisley’s action-adventure Kite’s Book, establishing Caisley as an author to watch. Last year, he returned with Happy, one of the best plays of the season. Now, Caisley returns a third time, with Date Night, a triptych of unconnected one-acts, each helmed by a different director, each telling a tale of romantic love gone totally sideways.

The third time, unfortunately, is not a charm.

Yes, there are some strong, committed performances in Date Night (and one truly great one). There’s also one play so off-the-wall and disturbing you may want to tell people about it just to see the stunned look on their faces.

The first piece is the best, largely due to an outrageously entertaining performance by Craig Miller. Titled “The Apology” and tightly directed by Lennie Dean, the fierce, funny monologue follows a stammering goofball apologizing to an unseen woman. What begins with the description of a truly bad date turns rapidly into something much, much darker. Unfortunately, many of the goofball’s explanations and revelations contradict and challenge the logic of his previous remarks, which strains the already thin credibility of the entire piece.

The second one-act is “Hungry
4 U,” directed by Edward McCloud. As a young newlywedded couple (Rose Roberts and Braedyn Youngberg) arrive at their honeymoon hotel, it is clear that there is something slightly off about these two. But who would guess that what these crazy kids are into involves so much blood and so much screaming? What might have been a tasty little shocker worthy of Alfred Hitchcock loses some of its power by taking far too long to get to its creepy, icky (but sort of satisfying) point.

Speaking of taking too long, Date Night‘s third and final piece is a tedious, repetitive slog-fest called “Kissing.” Directed by Miller, the rambling one-act about an extramarital interoffice affair (Jessica Short Headington, Marianne Shine), runs a full 90 minutes, structured as numerous different drafts of what is basically the same scene, intercut with narration about kissing and some stuff about the workmates’ spouses (John Browning, Randy St. Jean) wandering around in a park.

If “Kissing” featured sharper writing or had been directed with some sense of pace and purpose, the endless running time might have been acceptable. But as a capper to an already uneven evening, this dry, boring kiss comes as no consolation after what’s a very unsatisfying date.

Rating (out of 5): ★★

Pipeline Action

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A local protest against the Keystone XL pipeline brought out about a hundred people to downtown Santa Rosa on Monday. The action came in response to the release of a final environmental report that raised no major objections to the 1,000-mile pipeline that would run from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. Environmental activists like Bill McKibben have said that the pipeline will mark the point of no return for climate change, and that energies should be going toward switching to renewable energy sources, such as wind and solar, instead of trying to squeeze more fossil fuels out of an overtaxed earth.

SAFE PARKING

People without homes in Sonoma County will benefit from a new program aimed at allowing cars and vans to be parked at the Sonoma County Fairgrounds on a temporary basis. With shelters at over-capacity, the “safe parking” program was funded by the board of supervisors, part of a series of emergency measures to deal with the growing issue of homelessness in the county. Since 2011, the homeless population has grown 25 percent, according to the most recent data. The safe parking program runs through March, and could be extended, depending on demand. A meal and hot showers, along with sleeping bags, blankets, socks and patio heaters are being provided at the site, which is at the intersection of Meda, Brookwood and Linwood avenues. Open from 8pm to 8am each night, clients must pre-register with Catholic Charities on Morgan Street.
They will also have access
to case-management and benefit-assessment services
from employees stationed at
the fairgrounds site in an overnight supervisorial capacity.

Beer, My Love

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Forget about Valentine’s Day. The real love fest, for obsessed beer geeks like me, is SF Beer Week, running Feb. 7 through Feb. 16. The North Bay is nicely represented on this year’s packed schedule. The Whole Foods Market Tap Room at Coddingtown (390 Coddingtown Mall, Santa Rosa) has a few events on tap, including a barrel-aged stout and sour beer cellar release on Feb. 8 and a Bear Republic brewing and cheese pairing on Feb. 13.

On Feb. 8, Pizza Antica in Mill Valley will offer a selection of beers from Novato’s Baeltane Brewing along with a menu prepared by chef Bradley Ceynowa. The event begins at 4pm, with brewer Alan Atha will be on hand to talk brewery and beers. He also appears at the Lupercalia Festival on Feb. 15 at Baeltane’s tasting room in Novato
(401-B Bel Marin Keys Blvd.).

On Feb. 12, from 5pm to 7pm, Ninkasi Brewing founder Jamie Floyd comes to BeerCraft to lead a sensory panel presentation explaining the physiology and psychology of flavor perception. Sounds sciency. And delicious. (5704 Commerce Blvd., Santa Rosa). The brewer from cult-beer favorite Prairie Artisan Ales comes to BeerCraft for the “Meet the Brewer Night” on Feb. 15 from 5pm to 8pm.

Green Flash, the stellar brewery from San Diego, will be in town for a couple of different events. Farmshop Marin (2233 Larkspur Landing Circle, Larkspur) welcomes the brewery for a special menu and special brews on Feb. 12 from 5:30pm to 8:30pm. Then Hopmonk Tavern owner Dean Biersch hosts a beer dinner with Green Flash on Feb. 9. (230 Petaluma Ave., Sebastopol). Feb. 9 brings Fresh Is Best: Breakfast and Beer at TAPS (54 E. Washington St., Petaluma) from 10am to 2pm. Fresh breakfast and fresh beer from HenHouse and Petaluma Hills—what could be better?

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