At Least They're Committed

When first I chatted with Kevin about my overzealous-dudes problem, he said he could understand why people were drawn to me, that he felt my energy, acceptance and openness. It was cool. Anyway, we talked about what we called the “Something About Mary” syndrome, realizing that men thought they were in love with me not… Read more

I’m cautious when using the word irony. It’s used incorrectly so often. Even my beautiful mother has used the term at times where I questioned whether the reference was merely coincidence. Then again, I don’t believe in coincidence. I got yet another set of test results just now. Again, they told me nothing except that… Read more

My lungs are good, my heart is strong, my oxygen, pulse and blood pressure are awesome. The doc looks in my ears, “Oh, you have a great deal of scarring.” I just say, “yes.” There’s no need for a translator, thank you very much. A little girl can sense disgust, disdain and dismissal. I’m sitting… Read more

Gabriel, I’m an idiot. I say the most ridiculous things. Why am I doing this? We’re cruising, ya know? Red convertible Lincoln with a white rag-top circa 1960something and I’m wearing big, bold sunglasses and a silk scarf to guard my shoulder-length, perfectly coiffed hair from the wind at 70 mph. We’re speeding along Route… Read more

Having spent a good part of the night half-dreaming that there was something evil in my small corner bedroom and possibly in my bed, I must admit I’m a bit fatigued today. My dog refused to sleep with me and she had nightmares throughout the night — whimpering and clawing at the walls — while… Read more

Work out, quick shower, into the blackened room with Jim in a glass beside me and old AC/DC on iTunes. I sweep my blonde, damp hair away from my face — yeah, you wish — sit cross-legged on the bed and reach for the reading lamp to my left. A match strikes in front of… Read more