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Divine Beast

Divine Beast

In 2011 I lost my kick-ass condo and went on anti-anxiety meds that — when combined with stress, financial troubles, moving house, and excessive drinking and dining out — left me two sizes larger. As if ...

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My Ask of Jane

My Ask of Jane

People use jargon because they want to sound smart and credible when in fact they sound profoundly dim-witted and typically can’t be understood, which defeats the purpose of speaking in the first place. – Karen Friedman ...

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The Pointy Ball Game

The Pointy Ball Game

David and I were waiting for one of the guys behind the desk to find our room reservation on his monitor when his coworker, looking at me, said, “So, are you excited for the game?” I ...

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Better you

Better you

As soon as the sound of David’s retching began to subside, I rushed into the bathroom to get a quick peek into the bowl beneath ... More Comments (3)

Original Lady

Original Lady

We huddled by the frosted glass door just inside of the entrance to a man’s home we’d met only 15 minutes before. It had been ... More Post a comment

From a Bean

From a Bean

I can understand why people think I don’t like kids. I don’t have any children of my own (nor do I want any), and I’m ... More Post a comment

Fretful Fiasco

Fretful Fiasco

During my childhood, Christmas was, without question, my favorite holiday. The myth, the magic, the mirth: everything about it was wonderful. I was raised Catholic, ... More Comments (4)

Evil of America

Evil of America

“Barb, I don’t know what to do -- they want me to testify,” Jane said. “Wow. Shit just got real,” I said. “What do you ... More Comments (30)

In the Doghouse

In the Doghouse

David and I rarely argue. Bicker, sure, everyone bickers -- a cranky huff, a misunderstanding that leads to irritation, we are human after all. But ... More Comments (8)

The Judge

The Judge

“Will you call Michelle?” “You call her,” I said. David huffed in frustration. “I don’t have my phone with me, and I’m driving. And it ... More Post a comment

Eighteen

Eighteen

“Eighteen. That’s a big one,” I said. “We should get her lottery tickets.” “I don’t know what your thing is with lottery tickets, that’s the ... More Comment (1)

Die, Ralph, Die

Die, Ralph, Die

Kevin looked more confused than surprised when he found me on his doorstep. “Are you C.C.’s chauffer?” He gestured at my father, who was standing ... More Comment (1)

The Accident: Part 2

The Accident: Part 2

I’d been traveling for 20 hours: from Shinjuku to Narita, Narita to San Francisco, San Francisco to San Diego, and finally, the short cab ride ... More Comments (8)

The Accident: Part 1

The Accident: Part 1

“How’s he doing, everything okay?” It was an empty question -- I was sure of the answer. There was no room in my mind to ... More Comments (4)

Kappa

Kappa

“What is that, a duck?” David followed my gaze to the green-painted humanoid statue. “Looks more like a turtle,” he said. “Turtles don’t have beaks. ... More Post a comment

Plane Truth?

Plane Truth?

I’ve logged enough miles in the air to know that no flight is a go until those wheels leave the ground. This is why I ... More Post a comment

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