The sound of Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” playing was enough to send her into a tailspin (maybe Liza… Read more I Hate “New York, New York”
The sound of Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” playing was enough to send her into a tailspin (maybe Liza… Read more I Hate “New York, New York”
When it comes to going home for the holidays, a person who has escaped to the proverbial big city can… Read more “That’s A Weird Bag,” Or: Guess There Won’t Be Any Lesbian Kissing Under the Mistletoe At Certain People’s Houses
Headlines about bird flu weren’t anything new. But, this time around, it seemed different. More ominous. To Ramona, it felt… Read more (Not Only) For the Birds
Of all the things to play over the PA system in the waiting area for the airport shuttle, the last… Read more Ain’t We Got Fun (While the Credit Card Maximum Lasted)
Maybe “normal” people can look at/come across a keychain without it sending their entire world into a tailspin. But Mackenzie… Read more The Existential Dread Invoked By a Keychain
She didn’t realize until it was too late just how sociopathic her thirteen-year-old daughter had become. The age that seems… Read more Sophie’s Foist
Her father had this terrible habit of overly praising any boyfriend she was with. While, on the one hand, a… Read more Boyfriends Will No Longer Be Introduced (Because There Will No Longer Be Boyfriends)
There she was. As vibrant and eye-catching as the day Andy “made” her. Or rather, turned her into yet another… Read more The New Mona Lisa