I was meant to be on a first date, with the doctor. Cancelled at the last minute, rescheduled for tomorrow. I wish I could say I care, but I don't. So, I am at home, all done up and with nothing to do. A storm arrived at 6 p.m. on the dot, banging the doors... Continue Reading →
It seems a good way to get to know a person.
Send me pictures while you are away. Of all this nature you long to return to. Of the things that make you miss the city. Show me the dirt you grew from, your well-trod paths, the back alleys frequented in your youth. Your most familiar patch of sunlight. I'd venture to guess that you have... Continue Reading →
On getting back into it, or getting out of it, or something of such a sort.
I went looking for a muse in a crinkle-eyed architect with affection for hard white lines and poured cement. I stumbled across a red haired charmer studying data security who says she "mostly dates men". I fell back into the safety of my husband who doesn’t live here anymore. At some point, I have to stop... Continue Reading →