~November 2016~ The thing that worries me more than Trump leaving Cheetos dust on all the nuke codes and transforming the White House into a gaudy casino, is how he’ll show up after tragedies to showboat in front of grieving families and victims of unspeakable horrors. It’s nowhere in the job description, but under “other… Continue reading go home Democracy, you’re drunk!
I looked for it in the faces of hurried strangers. I looked for it in Chinatown stoops and restaurant windows of peking duck, plucked and tan. I looked for it in Central Park but the green open space was too much to search by foot. I took a ferry and saw another side of the city,… Continue reading 7-17-2016
Once upon a time, I met a boy whom I had nothing in common but agreed to a relationship because there was no one else banging down my door desperate to date me. I know how this story ends. I first read it in 2008. It doesn’t have a happy ending. The updated version takes… Continue reading stop me if you’ve heard this one before…
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