At Least They're Committed

When I was in college I lived for a while in a garden level apartment so the window was slightly above my eye level. Once, while I was diligently doing my Jane Fonda exercises, there was a knock on the window. I had a lot of friends in college, so I quickly paused the VHS Read more

1. Sledding is a metaphor for life. You spend 10 minutes huffing painfully through 18 inches of snow up a steep slope for 15 seconds of bliss as you speed out of mind, out of body downhill . . . then, frantic for the rush, you trudge, panting and cold and now even a little wet, Read more

I feel not warm nor cool, neither the moss beneath my khaki pants nor the dew on my bare feet as I sit crosslegged on the bank. The pool is quite small, no larger than the size of an average living room, but rounded. My brown sleeves are crossed in front of me. There is no wind, Read more

All right already. Yes, I know. Enough with the weird quotes from X Files and Supernatural and bestowing wrath upon the evils of all mankind and that stuff. I just get all riled up when angels and God and all those guys enter into the equation for some strange reason. The thing is, I’m really Read more

Ah, how beautiful the snow would be, the Christmas lights, the music bursting from the seams of the homes along the block, throughout the neighborhood and across the country were I looking down upon it from above. But alas, I see but only a house or two deep, hearing nothing but my own tunes and Read more

“Hi pretty baby!” “Hi!!!” I’m sitting in my chair twisting playfully, I raise my left shoulder shyly. “Want to play?” I twine and untwine my fingers and palms in my lap. “I want to!” I pause . . . “But I’m not supposed to!” I smile and pull slightly away. “K.” Sigh. I really, really Read more