Monthly Archives: June 2014
Warning: The scene below is fiction. That is, it’s made-up, untrue, from my imagination. I am not the woman (or the man.) This is part of a longer piece in process. It has some sexual content, nothing really spelled out, … Continue reading
My mother uses the Italian word, carnale, to describe someone who is physically affectionate, touchy, warm. It is not sexual, not like the American version, carnal, which is a hot word. I looked it up the other day and not … Continue reading
Today’s dumb reasons: 5. The size of my pores. 4. That one time I burped. 3. Never watched COSMOS. 2. That one stray hair. 1. I always prefer to drive.
I went to a wedding today, on the longest day of the year. Like thousands of other people. This particular June Saturday is probably the most popular wedding date of the year. But nine hours of celebration is just too … Continue reading
I brought rosé, but I was the only one drinking it. He was having a beer, something with a label I didn’t recognize. We were sitting with our legs dangling in the deep end of the pool. I wanted to … Continue reading
My process at the moment is that I write crap every day, collecting words and putting them aside. Exercises that lead, day by day, to a new fitness level, to the 10k run, to the marathon, to the triathlon. But I … Continue reading