Love in the Time of H1N1

I accidentally wrote a poem in a dive bar. I was half interested in the drink I was stirring, and I was sitting in the notoriously isolated end seat of the...

I left for NYC at 4:00 this morning.  It’s now 4:58pm and I still haven’t arrived.  I should have known that things wouldn’t turn out the way I hoped when I...

It is possible to live in two worlds. It is possible to be deliriously happy and absolutely devastated at the same time.  It’s a bit like wearing an oversized sweatshirt with a...

When I first heard about IUDs I made a joke about IEDs.  It was obvious in the “periods remind me of wartime” kind of way.  I swore I would never let...

Karen was screaming, I had literal gutter water dripping down my face, and Bernadette Peters was auditioning for the part of Fantine in “Les Misérables” in a mud puddle at my...

I can feel Florence in my bones. As she is spinning toward the Carolina coast, she is reminding me of the vigor with which I would insist my body should spin...

“Say Guatemala one more %@*$ time.” Valerie was staring at me from across the couch, crab rangoon poised perfected between her thumb and pinky like a weapon. “But…” I stumbled, spilling...

*Note* Written post procedure in May, 2018 It could be the pain medication talking, but I really fucking love my uterus.  My uterus, and all accompanying nether-parts, have been through so...

“Black Bear, Black Bear, what do you see?” “I see a sweaty girl, looking at me.” That’s the start of  the new edition of the popular children’s book.  It’s a collaboration...

I’m going to do that thing you’re never supposed to do. I’m going to say that I hate bridesmaid’s dresses.  I can specifically say this because the bride and groom of...