After endless hours pouring over profiles, ten guys made the final cut. Two of them were Jewish, just to make my parents happy but they weren’t great prospects in my opinion. Seven were some variation of Catholic and one was a mutt; half Jewish on his Dad’s side and Christian on his mother’s (in other … Continue reading Empty Vessel →

I have been thinking a lot about the similarities with the story The Handmaid’s Tale (brilliantly written by Margaret Atwood) and the MAGA (Make America Gilead Already) phenomena going on in the country right now. It shocks me (but it doesn’t) how married men are to their privilege, even the “enlightened” and/or feminist men. But … Continue reading The Milkman’s Tale – maybe just one little political post . . . →

Her cheek and the side of her mouth stung. She could still feel the impact of the stiff hand that had made contact with her face a moment earlier; the redness of the slap itself and the ensuing redness of embarrassment crept over her face like a warm, red blanket. Her brown eyes welled up … Continue reading Fresh →

She lay on their unmade bed every day after work and many hours on the weekends. On her right lay a brown plastic tray with a mug of coffee, usually cold, and a pear shaped ashtray full of butts. The yellow rotary phone sat on the nightstand to her left, easily accessible since she spent … Continue reading Craft →

Although some claim they like big butts and cannot lie, the world isn’t made for those with the “southend spread. “ Over the course of my childhood, mom regaled us with many self-deprecating stories about her weight. They once took a trip to London. Mom called home and told me about the quaint little room … Continue reading In a Tight Spot →