The Letters : Want

I wanted you. I wanted you to be mine. but you never were. you were late night laughter and early morning banter. you were teeth and tongue and lips and eyes. you were lazy stretches and long languid looks across the room. you were my motivation and my muse. my homeboy and my future husband….

Frayed

That thread she hardly hung on by? Yes, that’s the same one she used to sew herself back together again. Judge your perfection by someone else’s standards? She doesn’t need to. She owns every bump, bruise, misstep and shady dealing. Ask her. She’ll tell you. Hell, she’s practically an open book. She has her demons…

The Sex (Corinne and James)

Corinne and James have been friends for nearly 10 years. That’s not quite the whole truth. Corinne and James met nearly 10 years ago on a dating site. That’s kind of a lie too. Corrine and James met nearly 10 years ago on a site dedicated to facilitating “flings”. A hook-up site. For the sex….

new year. same me. or not?

so i’m the same, right? fat. cute. wordy. lazy. I read too many books. I cook A LOT. my hair is big. addicted to social media. funny. hate to shop. love a clean house but also don’t like to do it. single mother to 1 kid, two teens and one adult. you know, ME. 2018…

Pride and Prejudice 

This man just sent me a pic of myself that he has had in his possession digitally since 1997-98.  Talmbout “I still have a thing for you.” Boo Boo imma need you to have a THING for yourself. It’s called “Pride.” Have you heard of it?  Mind you he found me on Instagram. We may…

Retrograde

(i’m in the process of migrating posts over from my more risque blog and merging that writing into my current incarnation) I don’t know if Mercury is in retrograde or Venus has a heavy influence in my chart… But I happened upon a former “I don’t know what to call him” pics on Facebook. And…

freestyle 7/26

  sometimes, just sometimes the night encompasses me and I find myself recounting moments in my head that I was certain my heart had forgotten I remember the sound of your laughter Or hear the tone of your voice in the quiet the memory of the way you looked at me or how comforted I…

Flip This House!

i just want to run away. or send them to live somewhere with monks or ex-military types that will wake them up in the middle of the night to scrub toilets and baseboards with toothbrushes and the like. i don’t want to mommy right now.

on being a writer who doesn’t write

i’m sorry. when i don’t write i feel guilty. and with the pseudo-abandonment of this blog, i have been feeling like shit for over a year now. this is my public promise to do better. to stop using Facebook as a blog forum. to spend as much energy visualizing topics to write about as i…

fight.

I’m going to figure this out. This lonely in the midst of love… This uncertainty when things aren’t that bad… I know what I want… I’m fighting for it everyday…… For me. For us. The minutiae isn’t as cooperative as I would like… But I know the Universe has my back… Even when I don’t…