At Least They're Committed

In years past, we’d empty a fancy bottle of wine (well, fancy for us), write down our resolutions for the coming year and then seal the bottle with cork and/or wax. We sheepishly dared to secretly confess our hopes for the coming months to later judge our alleged return on investment. I always made my… Read more

“Shhhh! We’ll be heard!” “No, we can yell and still not be heard.” “Then, why are we whispering?” “Because this is just weird!” he scoffs, she peers over his shoulder. “Ah, ya think?” she breathes. “So, nothing yet?” “No,” he says. They’re crouching in the shadows in a faintly lit room. “Bah!” she crawls on… Read more

He has pushed back a “guest” office chair to accommodate his long legs. I take quick note, unsurprised, and burst into conversation, plop down my bags, slide out of my coat and let it fall to the carpet all before he has the chance to regale me with his brilliant words of wisdom. “I smell… Read more

Fuck this shit. I didn’t want to go in the first place. Here I am being a trooper after last year, prepped and ready, Scarlet Letter A in place, and you fucking left me. You were supposed to look after me, but you left me. It’s Dec. 20. How fitting. And you left me. I… Read more

I had something really nice here, but I took it down because I was wrong. Read more

Slightly propped on the couch Saturday with a sweaty guy on top of me I recalled how nearly 30 years ago I’d confessed to my editor that I had no interest in dating or sex because the thought of some sweaty guy grinding on top of me was repulsive. I had not dated for two… Read more