I am sitting in Julia’s car, a champagne Volvo of little value. I put Madonna on the radio. I am waiting… Read more The Racially Discerning Kidnappee
Month: March 2016
Order Something Else
Your dad took me out to dinner in Portland. He wanted to wine me and dine me, convince me you… Read more Order Something Else
A Match That Was Meant
I have to believe in fate. If I didn’t, I would view all of my actions as pointless. And even… Read more A Match That Was Meant
The Limits of Friendship
Berlin in January–what a fantastic idea. In Margaret Cardalli’s mind, however, it was the necessary change from her pastoral existence… Read more The Limits of Friendship
Nothing To Lose in Toulouse
“You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone,” “It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have… Read more Nothing To Lose in Toulouse
Stereotypes
A fat blonde woman plops down on the Heathrow Express in front of me. She is disgusting, utterly unbearable to… Read more Stereotypes
Woke Up, Thought About New York
Woke up, thought about New York. Trudged to the bathroom, thought about New York. Looked at my aging face in… Read more Woke Up, Thought About New York
Mildly Cold Turkey
It is not “the thing” any more to be monogamous. It is seen as quaint, the last vestige of a… Read more Mildly Cold Turkey
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