Dreamer

Perusing a dusty Post Card Row fixer upper I could never afford, she arrived first and sat in a chair across from me—looking around expectantly—and within half-hour he was there and they’d hit it off, fingers touching then finally outlining the hand of the other, speaking sex into the air with quivering coffee shop etiquette. … Continue reading Dreamer

Embattled

And I really have to resist telling all the maleness at Jiffy Lube to go make me a sandwich because that’s just where I am today. I was kept up all night by our new dog Lady’s whining—separation anxiety; Julia’s on a trip, Livy needed sleep; I was on duty—and along with my dream last … Continue reading Embattled