Monday. Again. And gloomy too. My going-nowhere-desk-job coupled with the rainy D.C. weather has left me stuck on a past Saturday. Some Saturdays I abandon..
I’d been having trouble writing. Big transitions can do that. Distractions, adjustments, change. And, in all (though good to very good) recent life modifications –..
Plastic cups, marshmallow vodka, pink beads, and phallic-shaped party favors – The Bachelorette Party. Technically, it was a Bachelor/Bachelorette party, as both guys and girls..
I’ve asked before. Maybe you remember. I asked you to describe your perfect afternoon. The sights, the smells, the whole situation. Can you taste it?..
Young love. Forbidden romance. Avocado. Scandal! Oh to feel the burn of loving someone you shouldn’t, you mustn’t, you can’t. My freshman year of college..