Complicated

C – Confusing. I like you! You’re sweet, you listen to me, you’re patient, you want to see me more, you’re honest and I’m not ready to commit. O – The “Oh, Shit.” factor that happened last night when blast from the not-too-distant past, Mr. Kiss, texts me again. M – Man, I want to […] more…

The blip-blop scoobity doo-da walla walla ding dong

What does it mean to be “dating” someone versus “seeing” someone versus having a “boyfriend”? Where does one draw a line and declare that something is indeed happening with someone? There is no definitive word that can describe it all and one is left using a lot of vague hand gestures and facial expressions (usually involving a […] more…

Like Father, Like Daughter.

Spent 14 years working for Barnes and Nobel right out of college, moving from suburban Long Island to New York City in the 1980’s. Devoured the history of the City and becoming an ardent New Yorker by reading book after book about the growth and change of the metropolis. He’d go for walks, taking in […] more…

Chronicles of a Cocktail Waitress Pt. 2

The lights are on. Hip. Other hip. Sway with the left. Arch the back. Draw the right arm over their head. Pull the object of desire (a finished, thumb print pocked cup) closer with the tips of the fingers teasing the rim of the glass that sits on the table. Smile when they catch my […] more…

Bathroom Wait

I was waiting in line for the restroom. There was pandemonium going on around me as I waited. Little children were running amok with no pants on, women were washing their faces in the sinks, then hogging the space to look at their non existent pimples in the scratched and tagged mirrors. The bathroom was […] more…

Day-Lay

After giving each other a big hug at the subway, The Musician thanked me again for the wonderful day. I agreed, feeling really excited about life in general. That was exactly what I wanted and needed. When I got home I got on the phone with my buddy from Chicago. “So you just left when […] more…

The Musician

Sitting at a bar with my sister, I survey the room. Nope. Nope. Uhhhhh… nope.  I sip at my bourbon and twist my hair between my fingers. I fiddle with the tank top I’m wearing and try not to think about the self doubt that keeps creeping into my subconscious. Does my hair look okay? […] more…

Cocktail Waitress Chronicles

The European Proposal A man I’ve never seen before hails me over. “Where are you from, beauty?” He asks. I’ve played this game before, I think. I smile. “I’m from here.” I say. “From here? From New York?” He repeats, his european accent getting more defined the more I listen. He holds out his hand […] more…

Thunder

I woke up feeling depressed. I felt like a heavy sack of watery sand was covering me head to toe. I had had a dream about my land lord kicking me out and was struggling to find a place to live. The panic of the nightmare still clung to me as I tried to rub […] more…

CO2

I was flying over the swath of orange lights that, unlike sunlight, define where people aren’t and are. I looked at the scope of humanity stretched out underneath my plane’s wing. Parking Lot, I thought. Mall. Water. Not water. Road. Cars. Bridge. The sky we were cutting through on our way to LaGuardia was smokey in […] more…

Identity Crisis

I saw a play tonight in Bloomington, Indiana with my grandparents. We sat in the center of the audience of a room that could hold maybe 60 people. It was a solo show called “Underneath the Lintel” by Glen Berger (who has subsequently written the book for Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark) about a man […] more…

Stream of Consciousness

Congratulations, Natalie! You’ve worked super-duper, extra-textra, wacko-yako, walla-walla doo da ding dong hard and we’re here to tell you that you are SO on a team! Do ants eat boogers? I wrote down the bills I have to pay on the back of bill I have to pay and every time I cross off a […] more…