There’s a new circus in town. It starts at 3 a.m. Whether you want it to, or not. Where the big top is the oversized t-shirt I sleep in – and we don’t have a clown. I hate clowns. Really. I was ruined for life, not by a childhood excursion to the circus, but by … Continue reading Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I decided to share this story on the heels of the last post, since I hinted that there was a story to tell that was connected to the hot air balloon ride. Way back in 1997, when I was working full time in the restaurant, this guy started coming in with his parents, who were … Continue reading Balloon Boy
I’ve saved college papers, creative writing, bits of prose, writing prompts… and recently stumbled across a list of things I wanted to do, written during my years at NYU – at the tender age of 20. I didn’t know this was officially called a bucket list. It’s silly. Cruise around Manhattan (Booze cruise). There were … Continue reading A 20-something’s “Bucket List”
Another blessing of being middle-aged – hearing loss. I’m simultaneously being sarcastic, and serious. Most of the time I find it annoying, since people who inherently speak in lower tones will be speaking to the deaf if they’re talking to me. Here’s how you can tell when I’m not hearing you: I lean in slowly … Continue reading What? or, I Didn’t Hear That?
These thoughts have been circulating around my brain like flies on shit, and – like most things unpleasant – I chose to ignore them and/or pretend they aren’t there. Those who know my back story will remember that I ended a rather toxic marriage and subsequently survived a very nasty custody battle started by my … Continue reading The Other Shoe
Imagine that you one day meet someone who has been admiring you from afar that you didn’t even know existed before they mustered up the courage to enter your orbit. Imagine that you’ve been pining away for someone else entirely. Now imagine that this secret admirer asks you out. You are either flattered or horrified. … Continue reading Never Date Somebody You’ve Never Noticed
Yes, it’s true. I am moving. I have an insatiable thirst for new experiences and I like changing things up. So this time, instead of rearranging the furniture or changing my hair color, I’m changing my blog. It’s time. New name, new place.I’d love for you to come with me. You can do it here.
September 2, 1989 I’m sitting on my bed now in Third Avenue North. I can’t believe I’m finally here. I’m feeling really nervous and anxious, mostly because there’s really nothing I can do… which sounds incredibly stupid since I’m now living in the city that never sleeps. Mom drove me up here with all … Continue reading Welcome to New York, Baby Girl
Another generally irritating day, where I had a list of things to do and only accomplished half of them. I’m carrying this annoying bag filled with the work of the day, and it’s so heavy that when it swings it nearly knocks me over. I had to stop at the store to pick up … Continue reading New York, Early Spring 1991
As my youngest rapidly approaches the end of her elementary career, I am reminded of not only how young she is, but also how fast she’s growing up. And I’m not ready. Several nights ago, Veruca got her first phone call from a boy. She was all cool and simultaneously silly – and he’s “just … Continue reading What’s New Under the Sun