He tells her she looks beautifulShe blushes, though she’s heard this from him before He lays his hand on her lap in the carShe feels the warmth penetrate through her bones He holds the door open for herShe feels like a million bucks He winces as she reads the nutritional information from the menuShe changes…
He Says, She Says
Just In Case You Thought I Was Normal
I am 17listening to an answering machine messageinforming me of the deathof a friend I sawonly three days beforehis golden curlssmeared with bloodon the 405his motorcycle crushed by a big rigthere was no pain they told his mother Days laterI am sitting in Econone amonga roomful of horny teenagersignoring a lecture on the importance of a…
Try Saying That Ten Times Fast
Apparently, I don’t have enough to write about(insert sarcastic eye roll here)because today I was officially diagnosed with a new, fun and exciting disorder that will make me the most in-demand guest at otherwise boring get-togethers: Partygoer: “Hey, look, it’s Jo! The Woman of Many Disorders! I bet she’ll have something interesting to add to…
Living in the Meantime
It started at a very young age. I recall never being fully satisfied with what I had; always looking towards the next thing, promising myself that life would be great as soon as I didn’t have to shop at Kmart for back-to-school clothesorI could get my bangs to curl exactly like perfectly perky Sue’sorthat dumbass boy…
Get Me Off This Roller Coaster!
It first happened in the summer of 2007, after a transatlantic flight to my beloved Poland. I had taken this flight many times in my late teens and early twenties, but this time there were some significant differences. 1. I wasn’t drunk and spending all of my vacation money on Tommy Girl perfume and cartons…
Leave a Message After the Beep
Saturday, January 30, 2010 12:00 p.m – Phone rings“Hello?’“Hi. Did you just call me?”“No, Mom”“Oh. Well it says I missed a call. It says unknown number.”“Mom, I’m not an unknown number.”“Okay, bye.” 12:05 p.m. – Phone rings“Hello?”“Hi. It’s me again. I will pick Superman up from Polish school.”“Thanks mom.”“Also, please go outside to breathe the…
Modify This
I am sitting across from a pretty little thing, hair pulled back behind her ears, a stack of papers in front of her, large solitaire diamond ring on her left hand. She is alternating between praising my “adorable” son (I can’t say I disagree) and going over proposed goals for the new year. I wait…