First, watch this. Get your kleenex. Ok, now come here. Lemme hold you. I know, I know. I’m sobbing my eyes out, too. My frame of reference for love and marriage comes from my parents. And even my grandparents.
Archives for September 2010
I’ve only taken a handful of dating breaks in my adult life. Generally speaking, the breaks come after some sort of what-the-fucked-up’d situation that has left me confused or frustrated or angry. For example, when I ended things with Hot Single Dad the first time (and really, it should have been IT then. I was […]
Friday night, I participated in Ian Belknap’s genius show, WRITE CLUB. (Examples of a previous show here.) WRITE CLUB is described as, “blood sport for the squeamish… bare-knuckled lit.” Basically, six combatants square off in pairs with assigned opposing topics. Think: Fight Club, but instead of bloodying each other with our fists, we read our essays aloud to […]
Another guest post on MetAnotherFrog.com Oh, yeah, so he showed up EARLY on his white horse and waited patiently for me in my living room while I finished curling my hair. I heard his shiny, silver armor clink and clank on my hardwoods. I was certain he was nosing around on my bookshelves in the repurposed […]