“You should just ask yourself what your needs are,” Stephanie says. She raises an eyebrow, takes a sip of sangria, swallows loudly. “Once you know, then you’ll meet the right guy.”
I glare
She hands me a carved pineapple. Big and heavy.
OUR CHEESE FRIES WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!
In the open office, everyone has questions. Now you have questions.
Moments before we depart for his fifty-fourth birthday bowling extravaganza, King-King decides he would rather eat lunch at Fat Nancy’s
It was 2006, and I had just arrived in Florida for a marine biology excursion sponsored by a certain theme park that dabbles in ocean rehabilitation. To spare myself from any lawsuits, let’s just call it Ocean Planet.
I live a life of humiliation, but the most embarrassing, most shameful thing I ever did was get thin for a couple years.
When I arrive at my assigned campsite I find. cheerios scattered everywhere.
In ancient Greece, it was believed that the uterus moved around inside the female body – like something winged
I don’t want to lead you on: this is not a love song. More of a reply to the note you did not write to the Dear Ashley column that also does not exist.
I took to wearing your ring again because everybody likes dealing with a woman who’s married. They want a winner.
You empty your bank account of the $1,326 and sink it all into Facebook advertisements.
"Intake" and "Progress"
The great thing about Betty and Rosalynn Carter working together was showing the world how to find common ground even when coming from different political stances. We could use a lot more of that right now.
Many a novel today is a screenplay with feelings.
When we were five or six, well before that shot, we walked together in those woods. It was fall and we had just touched, for the first time that I can remember, in his room, under blankets. They were either 101 Dalmatians or Power Rangers-themed
THE TENSION
Sliced peach cool
under fresh yoghurt,
steaming creamy coffee,
the slow, dark wake of an October morning.
Difficult to pull myself
away from comfort and
the waves of
After high school, I moved from Minnesota to Texas. Average annual number of Tornados in Minnesota: 41.9. Average annual number of tornados in Texas: 146.7.
I want Paula to feel the pain I’ve felt, the pain of being left behind, and not by someone who has died, which would be less painful, in my opinion. Because when someone leaves you in life, they’re still out there; they just have a new life you’re not a part of.
fire inherent spectrum
the martyr no longer I walk beyond the cradle the peach tree the alphabet
a horizon infused revolution imagine the light the door in the mountain
stitches of time
1. We are young and we snake through synagogue back hallways. Play truth or dare. Seven minutes in heaven. Stay away from the sanctuary.
Tomorrow he will crash from the sugar buzz. I will not look at him with eyes that suggest I told you so, which is part of love.
The New Rules for a Brooklyn Neighborhood
I thought home was like
the word water. You would never
let go of it. When I walk on the street
in my part of Brooklyn, I step over
beer
If we add three points to Athleticism, we have three left to spend on our son. We already have 8 points toward Intelligence. Virtue is a 7, Athleticism would be an 8 if we add those last three.
along with the memory
The height of fall. The streets are buried in leaves. Morning is rising. Red-tinged shadows extend over the green, crunchy carpets. The air took on its own
My alcoholic uncle, Bill, was pacing back and forth across the five by five foot living room, asking where his beer was. His beer was wearing a new koozie that had a hood and zipped up like a real sweatshirt.
As teenagers, my friends and I spent Friday nights driving backroads, throwing soda cans at street signs. The wind would be cold, the music would be loud, and sometimes, a can would bounce back and
