In lieu of writing…
I am posting this… and so usher in the beginning of the holiday season… Merry Christmas!
(Who knew that Kmart had it in ’em?)
I am posting this… and so usher in the beginning of the holiday season… Merry Christmas!
(Who knew that Kmart had it in ’em?)
“I’ve decided against cutting my own hair,” I say before heading upstairs to have my shower. “That’s probably a wise decision,” says Rissa. “Yeah, I can just wait until social distancing is over.” “Good choice.” I’m not sure exactly what happens before I make it into the shower, but somehow there are scissors in my…
WARNING: There are bad words in this post. * * * * * * “SHIT, PISS, FUCK, MOTHER FUCKER!!!” I yell, nausea washing over me. I have spent the last 60 minutes painstakingly placing, pinning, and subsequently sewing together the edges of outdoor fabric to a recycled zipper only to just now discover that the ends of…
I’m standing in the kitchen – fighting with a safety pin to ensure that my tatas don’t escape my cotton summer dress. The sweat is… everywhere. My forehead, neck, décolletage… Between my shoulder blades, the curve of my ass… MY FUCKING SHINS! I start to hyperventilate in discomfort. I’m nauseated. David looks at me. “Love, are…
David, Rissa and I are in a charming French restaurant in Baldwin Village. Red walls. Black baseboards. Brilliant yellow door. Art everywhere. We choose to sit inside. You know, because of the art. Instead of facing the wall displaying the larger artwork, my vista will be the opposite wall; the unexpected opportunity to gaze upon…
My friend Matt made me a drink a couple of weekends back: bourbon, ginger ale, lime juice, mint, a sugar cube and ice – you know, to cool it all off and make it perfect for sipping in the backyard. Just typing the ingredient list sets my salivary glands headlong into a sweet drool. I…
Why, oh why don’t we listen to our bodies? When they’re full, I mean. Of food. I either need to throw up or ingest vast quantities of TUMS. I am smarter than this. This chipmunk is me. The peanut is the last chocolate-covered pretzel. I made a bad choice. I should just know better. Yesterday…