A Blast from My NYC Past Who I’ll Never See Again

There was nothing left to say. We sat across from each other, separated by his living room coffee table. The… Read More

Playing Possum: Meeting My Missed Connection

[continued from The Case of the Wild Goose at Strawberry Fields] When confronted with an uncomfortable situation involving a romantic… Read More

[continued from Talk is Cheap, Listening is Free, Good Vibes are Priceless] Both engrossed in finishing the final Harry Potter… Read More

I know I will never be a kid again, I’m no Benjamin Button, but I have discovered a few ways to… Read More

Hair pulling, teasing, pinching, name-calling, tattling, insulting, fighting. Oh boy, did we have a history. Last week I went on… Read More

He calls it a date. He tells you that you look great. He pays for your meal. He tells you… Read More

Why haven’t I been blogging? I don’t like the way this saga ends. That’s my excuse. I may not like it,… Read More