Ice Cream Sundaes
Do you remember? Do you remember how you asked me if I would like to go with you to Dairy Queen …
Category Archives: Memoirs
In Which I Explain Why Teenagers Are Dumb
The other day, Tony and I sat snuggled on the sofa watching an episode of Doc Martin. In this episode, Al, who …
Prom Night
I don’t have a prom story filled with teenage angst. There was a brief moment when Tony told me that …
Tony’s Interlude
I’d been single for a short time. My last relationship had failed. It had slowly ground down over months of …
Juicy
A midget and a hooker walked into Nordstrom’s. They chose a Juicy Couture velour suit in the Hooker’s size and …
The Green-Eyed Cyclops
We spoke on the phone one night. At first, I didn’t recognize his voice, and he didn’t recognize mine. He …
We Meet Again, My Friend
I joined social networking late. I never had a LiveJournal. I had no interest in MySpace, assuming it was a …
Interlude
It was a typical fall day in Tucson, warm enough to feel like summer to most, but comfortable teetering on …
Home
The weather is perfect — not quite 80 degrees outside, a slight breeze to keep things interesting and cool. Sunshine …
The Aftermath
After Tony stormed off with his little rabbit-eared television, I stormed back into the house, slamming the door angrily behind …
