Sitting on the A train, heading downtown from Harlem. Living my dream. Heading to a niche New York eatery and an evening of art. From this dream I would edit the 12 hours spent in an emergency room in Queens. Hours full of distant moans and pleas for God, hallways Read more…
I’m sick of this dialogue. I’ve been having it since I was a likkle girl. At first it wasn’t so much a dialogue, but the diatribe of daddy’s instruction on how to navigate the double standard. Triple if mommy was talking. But mostly it was daddy with his regular lectures Read more…
Mother Nature has put our collective ass on pause. We weren’t listening when she grumbled and huffed at our disrespect over the past decade. We rallied for a moment after the earthquake in Haiti and reached out as one with a helping hand, but the island was dropped from the Read more…
It was a spa of the future. Tammy had been saving for it since college. There were the requisite super soft cozy robes made from bamboo silk. The sheets were nine thousand thread count hemp fibre. For the few who could afford the elite fees, there were guest rooms bathed Read more…
Wednesday’s hump was sizable. I revised the About page on the blog. It is normally not a noteworthy endeavor but as happens when you avoid doing something, everything is that much weightier when you finally get around to it. I haven’t been inspired to make any notes from The Middle Read more…
There wasn’t another house like Marjorie’s on the block. All the other houses had become more angular, there was more cement and raw wood. Marjorie had never fit in, not since the day she moved in forty years ago. She couldn’t even sign for her own mortgage back then, she Read more…
Francine’s problem was indecisiveness. And a touch of ADHD. Pablo had accused her of being incapable of commitment, which was cruel. Francine was plenty capable of commitment, thank you very much, she just committed too much, constantly. She was fully committed, her commitments were simply short-lived. When Francine was growing Read more…
Troy always picked the place. Even if he was joining after the meal, Troy always picked the place when they came to visit. Joanna had tried to convince her parents to let her choose but no, Troy was the expert. He’d lived in the city for five years and as Read more…