Written for the YeahWrite! Weekly Non-Fiction Challenge You make your entrance, boozy bedraggled boyfriend trailing in your toxic wake. You scan the room, eyes narrowed, searching for him…my husband. Your imaginary boyfriend. You know he’s here, but am I with him or is he alone? He’s been alone at the last few events that you’ve stalked him at, and it’s…
Listen, I could have told you not to fuck with my husband. I don’t know what you were thinking when you decided he was good boyfriend material, because hello…that’s my damn husband! You knew that, you’d asked around, did your homework. I can totally understand why you wanted him, but you should have kept on moving. You made a grave…
“I’m on a train and there’s no one at the helm and there’s a demon in my brain that starts to overwhelm” – 3eb I ordered your autopsy report the other day. I can honestly say that’s something I never thought to be doing in this life…ordering the autopsy report of a friend. I ordered it because your parents need to see…
I survived 9/11…walked out of the rubble created by a hatred that I will never be able to comprehend. I suppose I will never have the capacity to understand humans killing other humans, rejoicing in bloody murder, horrifying death. I never had nightmares, even though I saw so much that day, even though I could have been one of the…
Eight years ago today, I was stepping out of my Manhattan hotel room into a picture perfect morning. Walking to catch the subway and thinking about how much I love New York City. For this city girl, NYC is the ultimate and I was loving every minute I had left there. Eight years ago today, I sat on the subway…
I was an unruly teenager. So unruly that I refused to go to school for most of my high school years; my mother would take me to school, thinking if she dropped me off I’d be there, and as soon as she left I’d sneak off campus. I was just wild, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.…
Standing outside my office building before my workday starts, like I do every day just to think and watch people and settle in for the day ahead. Clear blue sky, kind of cool out which is radical for this city of 90% humidity all summer long. It’s an absolutely gorgeous morning. And the thought that pops into my head unbidden…
This Could Get Ugly 