I’m not using it. Like a city dweller who stores sweaters in the oven because take out is delivered every night. This heart of mine has no occupants. So I stuff it with items that don’t make any sense.
…or however that Rihanna song goes. Today I celebrate my one year of employment at my job. It’s a year that has brought me a raise and a title change. Being unemployed for half of last year, I was fearful that I would have to sell my house and move in with my parents. Thank… Continue reading work work work work workworkaskfwefwaauway
It was hard celebrating being alive on the planet for thirty four years over the weekend when forty nine people had their lives cut short. I’ve been to gay clubs across the country in the past few years and it’s a space for revelry and acceptance and love. The last thing on anyone’s mind while shaking… Continue reading enough is enough is enough is enough is enough
I am having a birthday in two weeks. I will be 34. I am single, like I have been for five birthdays before. At the last wedding I attended, the mother of the bride couldn’t believe that I wasn’t married-I’m so pretty. I wanted to tell her that ugly people get married too, where else do… Continue reading threshold of thirty four
I have to have him held hostage in my daydreams. He is the sneeze guard to my buffet of issues that I don’t want to deal with. And these issues are deep-seated and dark and held over from childhood. I do not want to face them now. Maybe not ever. Having no disposable income for… Continue reading she’s got more issues than Vogue
When you live alone, you are always the funniest person in the room. Nobody to compete with for laughs. Except it gets lonely. I have been single since Obama was elected President…the first time…and I would like to know if I have to register online to get a stalker because it would be nice to have… Continue reading what does a single girl have to do?
In my list of top ten favorite books, A Reliable Wife is among them. I love anything that Robert Goolrich pens. I read his most recent tome, The Fall of Princes, and want to stitch this on a pillow: “The greatest sin is to love somebody and not to tell your love. That’s the greatest… Continue reading The Fall of Princes