“Kinda,” I said. The Fault Was In Our Stars by John Green 8 min @ Sublime Espresso Bar, Kensington Market, TO I knew I used the wrong word from the sour look on Aunty’s face. I have, not I got. Since the day I reached Aunt Clarice’s house she’d been Read more…
Psalms 78.41, The Bible 8 min in bed @ Aunty’s, Queens NY, 1.24.13 It was a stupid plan. It wasn’t even a plan, hence the stupidity. “There’s a big difference between spontaneous and stupid, Arlene.” Georgie had only said that a million times. But she’d said just as many times Read more…
Interview Magazine, Dec/Jan 2013 8 min @ Happy Bones NYC, 1.22.13 Water and light. That is it. That is all the baby needs. They only had one baby. Zoe had picked up the fledgling money tree in Chinatown when they moved into the Parkdale storefront. Garrett didn’t think they’d keep Read more…
Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea. by Chelsea Handler 8 min on the F train into Manhattan The visits with Genevieve and the baby were getting awkward. Brenda knew her friend thought she was a prude; Genevieve thought all Americans were uptight about their naked bodies. But Brenda had Read more…
All That Glitters by Pearl Lowe 8 min on the set of “Rookie Blue”, 1.18.13 Every night you told me a different fairy tale. You said they were true stories and I should never give up on my dreams. Everyone gets a happy ending. I remember my tenth birthday when we Read more…
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf 8 min @ Mercury Espresso, 1.17.13 My mother refused to marry my father even though that was the thing to do. It was hard to be a single, unwed mother in the forties. But she always said why marry the dog that did her wrong? Read more…
Hope on a Tightrope by Cornel West 8 min on the bed, 1.15.13 It’s not her fault. She had to share everything until she could provide it for herself. There wasn’t one thing she ever had new before the age of nine. There were eight of them and she Read more…
The Antidote by Oliver Burkeman 8 min in bed, 1.14.13 It is one o’clock in the morning and I am wide awake. I am seven years old and I cannot sleep. I am a very new seven because my birthday was just three weeks ago, but someone once told my Read more…