I had never dated a carrot top until my excursion with the Ginger Viking awhile back but somehow in the first half of 2017 I morphed into the proverbial flame for the red-headed OKC moth. There must have been a bit of an accelerate on the ignition because I flickered bright enough to spend the … More Ginger Snaps Part One: Mix in the Brown Sugar and Spices
I replaced your picture today, My Friend, A culling from the shelf, Amputating you from amongst The mementos and dusty bric-a-brac. I couldn’t take it any longer, My Friend, Your smile in my line of sight, Taunting me daily with a Whiff of salt air and thirty years of whispered echoes. … More Relinquish
Crinkly laugh lines and a phone number; Sweet taste of maybes and what ifs Turned sour, an acid truth You live with another, Rendering you just One more passing Flirtation To Let Go. Dear Loyal Readers, I was right that a haiku might be not enough, but the result of meeting the … More Beware Plumbers Brandishing Compliments
“Aren’t I just so much fun,” he asks again as his lips curl in self-derision. There’s been a lot of that kind of sneering this evening and this is the third time he’s made the same self-deprecating comment. Inner monologue time. No Dude. You really aren’t. But I’m wearing underwire for these double D’s … More Drinks and Other Things with Narcoleptic Nate
I didn’t know you could buy a pregnancy test on sale. Huh. You can even earn CVS Extra Care Bucks. Apparently it’s a lucky day for my budget. Maybe not so much the muted panic that’s risen every day my stubborn uterus refuses to shed her lining. She’s a part of me so I guess … More + or -? It’s Not Just for Ions!
An acquaintance of mine a mere 4 years older just found out she’s pregnant. Her GYN instructed her to take it easy because her uterus is considered “elderly”. As in old. I immediately started knitting mine a pearly white shawl and googling prices for tiny little Hoverounds. I always said I wouldn’t even begin to … More My Uterus is Elderly (But She Still Likes to Party)
A friend of mine leaned in to inspect my hair the other day to exclaim “Wow, there’s some really blonde ones in there!” I am not a blonde. By blonde she meant gray. I am officially a 35-year-old single woman who often finds herself sleeping on the diagonal in a big king bed. After my birthday I … More Sleeping on the Diagonal: A New Box