The pig in me
If the woman is already naked when we begin our conversation, I never really know what to say. “So. How’s it going?” just doesn’t seem right. So it wasn’t that I really wanted… Continue reading
If the woman is already naked when we begin our conversation, I never really know what to say. “So. How’s it going?” just doesn’t seem right. So it wasn’t that I really wanted… Continue reading
It’s all my brother’s fault. Over dinner he mentioned how much better he felt after getting a massage. The muscles above my right kidney had been grumbling for awhile, so on the way home… Continue reading
That cup of tea was delicious. This book is devouring me as fast as I can return the favor. And it’s just cold enough in my apartment to make the blanket over my… Continue reading
The white supremacist, with his full grown body, stunted intellect, and all the moral development of pond algae thinks that he is oppressed. He feels his heritage, status, and very understanding of the… Continue reading
I just don’t know where to start. I wanted to begin with gratitude that tour guiding has introduced me to people who voted for Donald Trump and are fundamentally good people. They helped… Continue reading
They were remarkably consistent. From the two receptionists who didn’t seem to know how to check me in (“Isn’t this kinda what you do all day?” I resisted asking), to the x-ray “technician”… Continue reading
You love your friends and what matters to them matters to you, so of course you say yes when they invite you to come see their newborn baby. Of course. Over to the… Continue reading
Well, the good news is, almost everybody got a job. I’m trying to focus on that. The woman in her early 40s with the big smile, and the shy younger woman (who swears… Continue reading
“I wish I had your life.” I get that a lot. “Must be tough!” they say with a smile. And I can’t disagree. I have it incredibly good. Incomprehensibly good. Sometimes I can… Continue reading