A Dance for Delivery Drivers
He arrives with a polite knock, scattering the cats to various nooks and crannies about the house. I am masked up of course, as is he, but I can see the twinkle in his eyes even though I am sure … Read More
The Reemergence of Ragsdale
posted in: #metoo, 2020, Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Mental Illness, pandemic, sexual assault, Uncategorized
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It has been awhile. Four years to be exact, although it feels like an age since I was sitting on a stoop in Sibiu, pontificating on the delights of Romanian rosé. and fancying myself some ridiculous wayward gypsy princess. Reading … Read More
Romanian Grrrl
I am sitting on the stoop, my feet taking the sun on the cobblestones of my little apartment at Casa Baciu, a pensione near the center of Sibiu, Romania. I have been on the road with my best friend, Megan, … Read More
My Husband Caught On Fire (and now I’m damaged)
I was walking through my neighborhood today, off to my favorite quiet little cafe to read and relax, when I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me. It was the old Ryukyu house … Read More
Insomnia
posted in: Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, feminism, insomnia, Mental Illness, Poetry, sleeplessness, wine, wino, writer troubles
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I am useless in the mornings Quite struck down by light of day When wisdom slaps in silent warning I simply don’t know what to say. And I lay here quietly screaming With these words around my mouth Drowning in … Read More
Christmas at Warren and JJ’s Place
Christmas is a particularly awkward holiday when you are an expat. It was alright when I lived in London because they basically spoon-fed you all the holiday spirit you could stomach from the start of November. And it was cold … Read More
Tamam Shud, A Story
“Cheers,” he wheezed, as the salt dripped down his soaking ginger curls to his fresh, slick chin. “But I think I’ll be savin it for the last.” He coughed at the single cigarette with a blue violence, but he sniggered. … Read More
On Wilder, Death and the Anxiety Whore
Warning: A Small Rant Will Ensue Below I recently received some comments from a friend of mine in regards to my emotional response to the sudden death of Gene Wilder and they made me cranky. It went something like this: … Read More