She looks just like Josephine Robin from fourth grade. But older. She’s got the same bee stung movie star lips and Japanese anime eyes, except she doesn’t have that steely malevolence in her eyes. Something took her spark away, her eyes are oversize pools of sadness. And maybe a little Read more
“True story! Can you believe it? Some History Major right?” She says the last bit into the glass, literally into the glass because Caroline is drinking from the oversized wineglass I gave her ten years ago for our anniversary. The big bowled goblet is part of the problem because it forces Read more
The first thing I notice is her eyes are still a little puffy. She looks exotic like she’s got mixed race blood. No one else would notice unless you knew they only look chinese-y when they’re swollen. Then I notice she’s still wearing ht e coated paper ID band Read more
It was a pretty good deal wasn’t it? A pair of useless eyes in exchange for on call minions. Oh the early days were grand. My eldest daughter was always able to mollify me, she’s an excellent salesman – pardon me, person. She really could sell anything – often did too, until Read more
The Center Park is my favorite place; way up at the top where there are the fewest tourists. I feel like a real New Yorker complaining about tourists. The best way to do it is walking behind them when they stop to take pictures, then you shout “Come On” and walk around them fast. Read more
There are lots of ways I can fix things. I’m a style ninja. Mmmhmmm. That’s what Xavier himself dubbed me. Partly it is racist like Geneva pointed out, but mostly – like nine hundred and ninety percent out of a thousand – it’s a compliment of the highest order. From Read more
Phillipa has never experienced a shunning like this. For the first time in twenty years she can’t depend on old age to excuse her forthrightness. She is the pariah at the table. The woman with the fat pink fingers and an obsession with rings doesn’t compliment her stunning array of pearls and cocktail rings. Read more
“It’s simple sorcery.” I’m impatient to get on with my critique of our sister Kari’s latest fan fiction but eight year old boys are the worst audience. My brother Barry is not only the baby but he’s the only male in a very feminist all female household. Mom is always telling me to Read more