I’m on a fast. I’m not religious, it’s like two months after Easter. I’m giving up negative thinking – it’s painful. Mostly because whenever I do have a negative thought I have to pinch myself. It’s kinda like shock therapy, I’m re-wiring my brain. The new me will be a better me. A better quality me will attract better quality people – read men. Anyway, all the books are right – I’ve read enough of Read more
Motherhood is one big lifestyle reality show for Samantha. She looks like someone on TV with her oversized head and bleached smile. Based on a score card of her invention she is an exceptional mother. Just because she can get my kids to eat cauliflower doesn’t mean she’s a better mother. Time will tell. Her seven year old already knows he’s gay but Samantha hasn’t looked him in the eye since he outgrew wearing Robeez slip-ons. Her daughter’s Read more
‘Hey, I’m sorry about Chivalry.” ” I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Sure, of course , I just wanted you to know – ” “Yeah. Ok. I get it. Thanks.” I wish I had a door to slam in his face but it’s a loft. I don’t want him here but the calendar hasn’t cooperated and this is his weekend with our dad. I’m with my dad every weekend because my mother is dead. Demian Read more
You think you can intimidate me but I can see the ugly inside you. You think your crisp shirt and pressed skirt hide the dark stain but it bleeds through your pores. Your lower jaw juts forward ever so slightly daring me to maintain eye contact, challenging me to look past the small town freckles and peachy skin, challenging me to see your ugly truth. You think I’ll look away when I see your secret. Read more
I finally stopped swearing. It was my last sin and now I’m perfect. In thought, word and deed. It’s all energy you know, like Guru Gukkamayamaya says. My energy is now pure white light. If you could see my aura like Guruji can, you’d see a halo of angelic white glowing with every color of the rainbow. You’d see it all simultaneously. Remember that experiment in Mr Spence’s science class with the prism? Guruji doesn’t Read more
Pxxxxxxx picks at the bright violet nail polish. She must remember to remove it tonight, the color irritates her. Clea chose it. It was Clea’s graduation and she’d chosen shades of lilac and violet in tribute to her new school’s colors. Pxxxxxxx wished that afternoon at the nail salon had gone better. Clea was so demanding and difficult with the nail technician that Pxxxxxxx over tipped out of guilt. Her daughter often made scapegoats of Read more
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 crazy is mixed in there. Even though her clothes are clean and her hair is pulled back neatly, there are little signs she’s been on 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 a big pour. Caroline has always protested when served wine in a European style tumbler, “Darlin’ I’m from the land of supersize me, y’all better Read more