Like everywhere else on this planet, there were more every day. Homeless, that is. Gisele was almost positive she was… Read more Strife Imitates Art

Like everywhere else on this planet, there were more every day. Homeless, that is. Gisele was almost positive she was… Read more Strife Imitates Art
When you’re at your “ripest,” as Robert Rodriguez or Humbert Humbert might say, it’s easy to fall prey to the… Read more Virginity Rocks
The Luddites were probably right. It’s best to destroy all machinery. If only they had carried out their work to… Read more The Frame Breakers, Or: The Luddites Were Probably Right
Vivian wasn’t oblivious to the symbolism of Easter. If the rabbit imagery didn’t hit you over the head with the… Read more Don’t Unfreeze Your Eggs
Walking down the street isn’t so bad. Correction: walking down the street isn’t so bad if you’re not a woman.… Read more Glamor Goes (Out the Window) With God
Sue Z. is not having it. The only thing she is having, in fact, is enough. Enough of the bullshit,… Read more Sue Z.
There is nothing more embarrassing than waiting in a parking lot in California. It is the mark of a “loser.”… Read more Lots in Life
Potent and insufferable. That was how it could be described every time Jessica walked into her grandmother’s apartment. Grandma Eloise.… Read more Scent of A(n Old) Woman
I just needed a ride. He was there. Always there. It didn’t occur to me until it was too late… Read more Driven
Saint Patrick wasn’t always so saintly. Nor was he always “just a poor boy,” as Freddie Mercury might have described.… Read more Another Celebration of a Rich White Boy