In the empty basement, before I went off to bed, I scooped up the hem of my nightie and slipped downstairs to tuck in my dolls. The routine included a little dry humping; Barbie and Ken’s plastic ‘bones’ clacking together on the stiff bed made of Nancy Drew novels..
Read MoreFifty felt like a sweater that wouldn’t fit, a flight I wouldn’t dare board or a menu item I would NEVER order. I was certain it would turn my stomach and burn my delicate esophagus going down. I would find a way to send 50 back to the kitchen.
Read MoreIf the park were still there, and a band were in town, who knows, maybe we’d be heading to the beer tent for a quick drink after our cleaning - either through the front entrance, or over the fence for old times sake.
Read MoreI watched my husband slip out of the room in his towel, his fresh cut hair dripping onto his bare shoulders as he headed back to the bathroom. His luggage lay on the floor.
Read MoreI bashed a cocoon on one of our trees with a piece of wood.
Read MoreI had no idea where the neighbors were, and clearly, they had no idea where I was or, that I was about to find the naked people in their house.
Read More“He went out the window.” she said to me, quite matter-of-factly.
“He went out the window?” I asked.
Read MoreIt was December 31st 2020. The eve before, God help us, a new year.
Read MoreWe dove in, gripping droopy burgers in one hand while tipping tiny bottles of prosecco with the other. We laughed, ate, relaxed and as women tend to do, we quickly got weird.
Read MoreI had forgotten to notice that while the world stood still, time had continued to march on, almost aggressively, like an ice breaker across the Arctic Archipelago, tearing through life events, carelessly leaving shards of secret successes and exposing raw moments in its wake. I thought we would wait things out and get back to life precisely where we had left off. Wrong.
Read MoreDoes my husband look at me every day and wonder if I have 100 pairs of black yoga pants or has he just given up on me and accepted that his beloved may actually be wearing the same pants, day in and day out?
Read MoreMaybe ‘multi-tasking’ is a fashion we can finally see for the ill-fitting bridesmaid dress that it is. And the status the word ‘busy’ once bought us, can now be acknowledged as a bankrupt code for directionless.
Read MoreTo stop the spread of fear and blame, it will surely take more than a tampon. Real leadership, open dialogue, and compassion must emerge.
Read MoreI spent the rest of the week continuing to observe and pass judgment. It was a few days before the drinkers showed up; a nice group of gen-something-or-others that had beer hidden behind a tree and every lap, pulled over for a swig.
Read MoreThe door to a house I can no longer visit, and don’t even know if it still exists, will always be a sacred symbol to me. If I want to believe the dream analysts, then I have to accept that hiding behind that door in my dreams means I am afraid, insecure, out of control, and needing to escape. On the other side of that door lies madness.
Read MoreHot flashes in the desert are as enjoyable as tattooing oneself sober with a safety pin and a bottle of bacteria-laced ink. It not only looks bad, it feels pretty bad too.
Read MoreI wanted the flowers I wanted to know who cared enough. I wanted to hear from people I loved in case it would make me feel better. I was trying to feel better instead of this other thing.
Read More“Please stop buying dresses off Amazon!” I begged.
“But I really like this one” he whined, with the cracked voice of a typical 16 year old adolescent male.
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