I write romantic things for privileged women who call themselves girls much passed their girlhood. They read with me. They stare at the make-up on their faces. We are made up and lined. Every day, new lines. Crooked lines. Curved lines. Lines lines lines. I pray to whatever god I believe in that day for […]Read more "Romance Novelist"
I sign another line. This time, I do not think about the hoops and swirls and dots. I don’t stop to break a stroke. My hand is stable and my eyes are dry. I flip the paper. I sign another line… …It was a long time ago. When I was young, younger than you are […]Read more "I am Christmas Morning"
I listen as he talks. His hands move in sync with his mouth. His fingers and his voice dance together in perfect modulation. His wavelength is hypnotic and while he is not talking to me directly, I am transfixed enough to forget temporarily that he has trained himself to perform this wonderful manipulation, “Diane claimed our program […]Read more "Between Men"
Your maturity level will digress. All through out college, I was “the girl with the boyfriend.” Of course I partied. I wasn’t a psychopath. I didn’t sit at home with a Zima and write “Mrs. Future Ex-Husband” five hundred times accompanied by doodles of tiny hearts. I did always tend to go home earlier […]Read more "Some Things That Happen The First Year of Being Single in 10 Years"