Start reading this story here. The movie ends. We all laugh at the intensity. He makes formal introductions. I nod and smile—because I can’t think of anything intelligent to say. We make our way out to the lobby. I am in agony. COMPLETELY EXPOSED. COMPLETE AGONY. His friends are standing around talking and I’m feeling …
Living Out Loud
How you know you might like a boy #2
You might know that you like a boy because he comes to pick you up for your first real date in a 1980 blue Mercedes (powered by diesel). And he opens the door for you to get in. And that stupid little gesture makes you feel pretty special–because you already know you like him. And …
How you know you might like a boy
You might know you like a boy when you’re both just walking along and talking and you find out what he does and where he works and you just say it right out loud, right up front: I don’t like your wines. And he’s sort of quiet for a moment then he looks at you …
On Meeting a Boy
I wasn’t going to go out on Halloween. I don’t really know anybody. I usually keep to myself. Except, how am I supposed to become part of the community if I don’t get out and meet people? I called my friend KatieBird and left a message. I figured if anybody was going to go out …
Love Letters
I have had some turmoil in my life over the last few years. I have been between jobs, between contracts, between cities, between countries, between houses, between relationships—well, I’ve just been between. When I moved into my current house, I put off unpacking all the boxes and cartons. I didn’t want to unpack and have …