It’s been forever since I’ve written anything, and now I have this desire to sum up particular aspects of the last couple years of my life and get on with it. Though perhaps not without proving I learned some things first. I certainly can’t allow myself years that meant nothing. In that vein, my first […]
Django and Lovey are thirteen now and smarter and just overall better than I was at their age. This week we go to a haunted hotel and spend a night together there. We luck out and there’s even a terrifying thunderstorm. It grows dark and ominous, and the rain pounds hard against the window […]
There are moments when I have the sense he’s messing with all of the neat little packages lining my shelves. Things I’ve wrapped up carefully, put away, to be looked at much, much later. One at a time with large spaces of time in between. If at all. “Where were you living and what were […]
The last time I saw him he made me promise not to get emotional. Or, at least, I guess that’s what he made me promise. His phrasing was a bit more elusive than that. “Just fucking?” he texted, a few hours before. “Whatever you say, Bassi,” I texted back. See that? I used his last […]
“Are you going to be writing about this?” he asks. “Do you want a notepad?” He’s teasing, of course, but no, I don’t need a notepad. “That’s not how it works,” I tell him. He raises an eyebrow, mock arrogant. This one loves to challenge me. At times, his behavior even borders on being rude, but […]
On Thursday I run into Jeff at the coffee shop. “Hello Delilah,” he mumbles unenthusiastically, from a stool behind the door. Which he didn’t have to do, because I would never have noticed him there. I take it as a reluctant sign that I am supposed to greet him back. Being polite, I do what […]
My friend Chloe is a yogini. Aside from being lovely and flexible and hypnotizing me with her long, graceful arms when she wears those billowy-sleeve blouses, this also means she’s all spiritual and stuff. (They’re probably hemp. The blouses. I’m not trying to be catty, but they probably are.) Chloe is married to Ken, who is either […]
Behind my eyes, a pure story is like a gazillion grains of untouched sand. Its telling a graceful sifting through open fingers. But when I open my eyes and look down life’s supposedly pristine coastline, I often find it jarring. “Hey, what’s that syringe doing there?” I have to ask. Or, “What’s with the broken […]
One of my earliest memories is of being carted back to Kmart in a borrowed Cadillac and being hoisted up on the counter so that I could confess to the manager that I shoplifted a Bonne Bell Lip Smacker, in cotton candy flavor. Mum encourages me to wear a wonderful slip-lined tulle dress for the […]
my delusions 