Posts Tagged: friendship

LA ==> SF

Charlotte takes one hand off the steering wheel to slide her sunglasses down her nose. “Light a cigarette, would you?” “Did you bring any?” asks Leigh. “Of course not. You know I don’t smoke.” Leigh lights the cigarette and hands

LA ==> SF

Charlotte takes one hand off the steering wheel to slide her sunglasses down her nose. “Light a cigarette, would you?” “Did you bring any?” asks Leigh. “Of course not. You know I don’t smoke.” Leigh lights the cigarette and hands

one perfect ornament

The day after Thanksgiving all four of us went to the lot and walked up and down each aisle, holding our hands out to collect the scent of the needles, breathing deep that piney resin. Three of us fell in

one perfect ornament

The day after Thanksgiving all four of us went to the lot and walked up and down each aisle, holding our hands out to collect the scent of the needles, breathing deep that piney resin. Three of us fell in

good looker

In bed one night, John is lying next to me watching something on his laptop, something with explosions and car chases and pithy dialogue, and I’m watching comedy. We do this a lot– tandem watching, an attempt at togetherness that

good looker

In bed one night, John is lying next to me watching something on his laptop, something with explosions and car chases and pithy dialogue, and I’m watching comedy. We do this a lot– tandem watching, an attempt at togetherness that

a story that needs a title

Here is the latest story I have been working on, as promised. It still doesn’t have a title. (Can you help me find one? And why are titles so hard? For me, titles are always the last and most difficult

a story that needs a title

Here is the latest story I have been working on, as promised. It still doesn’t have a title. (Can you help me find one? And why are titles so hard? For me, titles are always the last and most difficult

nowhere (chapter 18, part 2)

Wayne awakes around noon, fully clothed and sweating under the Lilien’s down comforter with a mouthful of the straight-up residue of bourbon, rum, vodka and gin (there was nothing to mix it with) and some port to top it all

nowhere (chapter 18, part 2)

Wayne awakes around noon, fully clothed and sweating under the Lilien’s down comforter with a mouthful of the straight-up residue of bourbon, rum, vodka and gin (there was nothing to mix it with) and some port to top it all

dating myself

It seems that personal relationships are getting more and more complicated these days. I hate to date myself, but didn’t things used to be a lot less convoluted? See, I  just checked my email and found this note: Anna has

dating myself

It seems that personal relationships are getting more and more complicated these days. I hate to date myself, but didn’t things used to be a lot less convoluted? See, I  just checked my email and found this note: Anna has