The Climacteric
-
A missed miracle
The loft had felt small and empty for months, with an air of despondency that wouldn’t dissipate, so I finally…
Read More » -
The first seven days
My and Charlie’s first week together in our new loft was exciting ... and a little nauseating — you know,…
Read More » -
Long, lofty love
Excitement lit up inside me like a Griswold family Christmas tree as my phone buzzed, the screen indicating that a…
Read More » -
It’s not you
My hell, I’m as spontaneous as a pimple. I couldn’t believe I just vomited the words: “Move in with me?”…
Read More » -
I’m as sweaty as …
When my longtime friends invited Charlie and me to a Saturday afternoon barbecue, Charlie was a little skeptical. He was…
Read More » -
S-L-U-T-T-Y
By 4 p.m. I was feeling as frazzled as Jasmine, Charlie’s seven-year-old niece. We were at her birthday party. Even…
Read More » -
The art of being a man-snob
Two days after Charlie and I had experienced our curious first encounter in the skin care aisle of a Smith’s…
Read More » -
Skin deep
A few years back, in a mindless stupor, I had profiles of the Golden Girls tattooed on my lower back.…
Read More » -
Goodbye
My hands were trembling, making the task of tying the hand-marbled tie, which looks like the eye of a peacock…
Read More » -
A couple of Raggedy Andys
Jesse and I have an unusual friendship – one that requires a fiery tongue and a layer of hard shell.…
Read More »