I’ve written about being written about. I’ve both abhorred and relished it, but I still write about other real live living people, people who are not me – people whose interactions left a mark, people who have affected reflection, people who inspire jokes – people who could read what I write, and have. I try…
Oh boy, I had no idea how right all those dating horror stories are. I mean, I knew they had to be right in essence, but to be so ever loving right? Damn. Last year I dipped my toes in the dating kiddie pool, and it turned out to be the fucking deep end. Once…
“It’s like quantum physics,” he said. I turned from looking at the TV to look at him, skeptical. He picked up his drink and continued. “Everything we touch is forever changed because we’ve touched it.” “I don’t know anything about quantum physics,” I said, to keep him talking and because I don’t know anything about…
I walked across the lobby, still in my business suit and heels, carrying two small boxes of books for the next morning’s meeting. He was typing on his phone, looking very professorial. I think his shirt was untucked, but I can’t say for sure. I think his shirt was stripped, but I don’t remember. It…
This Is My Corn 