Young Love

I should preface this by saying I'm too old for this now, and I need to stop staying up way past my bedtime, but I can't help it.  Maybe it's something about wandering around, barefoot on linoleum in men's pajama pants that gets my creative juices flowing.  This is the time of night where I'll... Continue Reading →

Stupid Things I Say

Sometimes I say really stupid shit, like today, I wrote to a friend : “How are you? I am willing everything to be ok from here. I know I likely don’t have those kind of powers, but I’m using this situation to hone said powers to every plausible extreme. Hopefully at the end of it,... Continue Reading →

He Says His Name is Nigel

He says his name is Nigel. It’s like I have a homing device for British men. I’m squirming, but he’s too drunk to notice. He has a martini in one hand, a stain on the shirt under his suit jacket, and I’m looking at chandeliers, padded lounges, and girls resembling porn stars. Anything so I... Continue Reading →

Complex

I was in Costa Rica with Michelle for 10 days. In ten days you talk. A day of frothy rum drinks and too much sun leads to the tumbling of secrets as we dig our toes into the sand and lean across our beachfront table towards each other. We talk about how I stood on... Continue Reading →

Happy

Today, I'm thankful for the girls that make me laugh harder than anyone in the world. For motorcycles and chocolate chip cookies.  For Amsterdam and new beginnings.  For new books and gold nail polish.  For laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing.  For three in one fitting room, laughing out in roars and ugly clothes, “no, bend over,... Continue Reading →

Run

Airports. They’re all well and good and exciting until you’ve got a four hour delay ahead of you.  Stuck elbows deep in poorly made frappacinos and rumpled US Weekly’s… I am waiting for the plane to touch down. I’m on the phone, arguing with the latest entry in a long line of mistakes.  My fingers... Continue Reading →

Dead Offer

I have a lot of medical bills. I have a lot of medical bills and a lot of insurance paperwork and a lot of paystubs, and it’s year end, I’m trying to get organized.  I pull out my filer that I haven’t used in ages, and I start to whittle down the crap I can... Continue Reading →

Nineteen

The first time I heard this song, you were stretched out on your back in the emptied out shell of Charlie’s van.  The three of us had stayed out all night, and come sun up, bleary-eyed and drunk on adventure, you were driving me back to my dorm room.  Lying down in the spot where... Continue Reading →

Shots.

The shot glass from France was stolen along with my passport. Also with all of my makeup, and my favorite dress. The shot glass from London was mostly dissolved when a well meaning college roommate soaked it in boiling hot water along with the rest of the crusty dishes in the common room. Even my... Continue Reading →

One.

Every mother has one story about each child that, over and over, they still love to tell. In this one, I am standing in the grocery store, maybe four years old - up to her knees or so - and I tug on her jeans. “Mommy! Mom! Moooooom!” I say, eyes full and round. She... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑