Mirrored Life

The queen sized bed we share is facing a mirror on the wall. Every morning, as the sun bounces off the buildings on the other side of the alley our room faces and comes streaming in, I wake up and in my periphery see myself moving. I find mirrors fascinating because the reflection is the […] more…

Sophie in Memoriam

She was sitting under the dining room table shivering when I walked in. I didn’t really know what to expect, really. I knew she would be small, but I didn’t know just how small, nor did I have any clear idea of what a Dachshund looked like up close. I had seen a few of […] more…

Moving

A thin layer of dust had covered the handle. When was the last time I opened this drawer? I thought, running my finger over the dust and drawing a smiley face. It has been over a week since I stayed in my bedroom, and it’s no secret. My clothing lies in unkept piles and my objects […] more…

Acceptance of What Is

We were sitting in the cafe we usually sit in. He was sipping his medium iced coffee and reading the latest updates of whatever it was on his phone. He looked up at me, “You ever read cracked.com?” I looked up from my phone. “Sometimes.” “There’s an interesting article on happiness.” He said. “I’ll read […] more…

On Writing

Two years ago I was absolutely certain that I would be an actress for ever and ever. Now, however, I find myself wistfully comparing myself to the work of David Sedaris and feeling that, given a little polish, I could write like that. Where did this change come from? And why was my mother right? […] more…

Witnessing Revolution and Renaissance.

I was asked to write about a revolution or social change that I was a part of (and maybe didn’t know at the time) as a prompt for a writing group I’ve joined. I thought this was a fascinating question to ask, because haven’t we all been a part of a major change in some […] more…

The Art of Being Compulsive

I can’t believe it either. Really. This whole thing did come out of the blue. One minute I am a single, somewhat bitter, 20-something who was beginning to believe that cats would be the only means of companionship after all my eggs dried up and I was left to live off the meager wage of […] more…

Dear New Zealand

Dear New Zealand, I’m Natalie, a New Yorker (not an American like someone from Ohio might be). Being that I’m a New Yorker, I pride myself on having a pretty sharp sense of sarcasm and a deep love of intelligence and experience. From what I’ve heard of you, you seem to share these attributes as […] more…

Kiss

Talk. Stare. Hand touch. Kiss. Blush. Smile. Wink. Kiss. Run my hand through his hair… Where did I go? It’s been three weeks and I’ve forgotten I had a life before this guy. Friends? Appointments? Things I wanted to do? I should do them… Kiss. I need to do them! Stop Buggering around and Get […] more…

6 Things I’m Glad I Never Said

In a late night reflection of life’s choices I’ve collected: 6 Things I’m Glad I Never Saidin no particular order: 1. “Don’t marry her!”I run up to their door, it’s pouring rain, I’m soaked in my white cotton shirt, I’m shivering (even though it’s summer). I peak inside to see if anyone is home. They […] more…

Chronicles of a Cocktail Waitress Pt. 3

Helpless anger seethes in my chest. I may be working for tips, but I’m not working to please you sexually, I think as I flash another fake smile from the aisle as the older man kisses at me when I pass for the third time. A woman with bright orange hair and a fox mask gets up […] more…

What I’m Thinking

He was looking at me, studying my face. I had just opened my eyes. It was morning (sort of) and we’d only gotten to sleep at 5am.  I looked back at him for what felt like 20 minutes. “What’s up?” I asked, groggy.  “Just wondering what you’re thinking.” He replied, keeping his eyes on mine.  […] more…