Facebook is airing television commercials in an attempt to woo back a jaded populace. They promise to get back to connecting and not dividing, promise to be more careful with our data. They are standing on our doorsteps with a bouquet of wilting daisies and an I’m sorry, please don’t leave me sulk. I broke … More The Easiest Breakup: Reflections on my Two Year Break-a-versery
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!
I broke up with Facebook. I thought it would be like when I broke up with smoking, reflexively reaching for my phone, as I used to reach for a phantom pack of Marlboro Lights in the cubby of the driver side door. I thought it would be like the first month after I broke up … More The Easiest Breakup
There was a man in my bedroom this morning. It’s not what you think. He had his head up my crawl space. Wait. It’s still not what you think. Stop with the *nudge nudge wink wink*. Get out of the gutter my friends. Join me up here on the roof instead where the wind came … More Ladies Night at the Shingles Bar
I read Bukowski today, a poem for swingers, bookmarked and coffee-stained, living words I once knew by heart. I read Bukowski today, slid him off a dusty shelf and trailed my fingertips along his side, spine cracked and stiffened, a lover neglected. I read Bukowski today just after sunrise, with gritty eyes … More Finding Bukowski
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