The beau snuggled in, wrapping his arm around me tighter. He leaned forward for a kiss and held his face in front of mine, gazing tenderly into my eyes. “Get off,” I moaned, “I can’t breathe.” Okay, so it’s hard for me to be...
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I gotta be honest, I dread reading blogs this time of year. Hell, I dread reading anything this...
Read More2012. Ehhhh. I was dreading the new year. In fact I still am, because come on. A year featuring a presidential election and end-of-the-world mania? A year in which our grasp of civil liberties grows more...
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This is the first Christmas we did not travel to see our extended family. I could say this was on...
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How can someone else ever really know you? How can someone else know the fictional lives that play...
Read MoreI’d just put on LMFAO’s “Shots” and the beau was dancing in the most ludicrous manner possible: lots of hip-wiggling and butt-thrusting. He stuck his tongue out in concentration and pumped his arms...
Read MoreSomething about December makes me want to wrap a festive string of lights around my torso and huddle under a feather duvet with a handle of whiskey and a bowl of melted cheese, and not get up again until I can walk around the...
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You know, I may love, love, love to watch sports on television, but that love is tempered by my...
Read MoreReread the last post you published. Because you clearly haven’t read it before. Cook eggs. Wash the dishes. Put on a cardigan. Inspect zit on neck. Fine. Zits. Check Twitter. Look out the window. Lean into mirror, tweeze...
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Welp, here I am. Firmly ensconced in my thirties. 30 always seemed a bit tenuous, like I could...
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