I am not a fan of Weird Al Yankovic. In fact, his music (if you can even call it that) induces a physical reaction in me. I detest it. That is why it is unfortunate that I have been chosen to be a cheerleader in two of his performances for one… Read full post »

I unpacked the shopping bag last week. The shopping bag that housed the items that had lived at his apartment for months, my belongings, some of which spent their entire lives hiding in his bottom drawer or snuggled up to his clothing in his closet. I finally unpacked it after it… Read full post »

            I notice him the moment he walks through the door of the bar. I am standing, beer in hand, toward the middle of the room, with my friend Daphne. Impeccably dressed, he parts the Red Sea crowd and saunters straight between Daphne and m/… Read full post »

I joined my first social networking website in 2005 as an experiment for an article for a start-up magazine of which I was going to be a part. Someone had mentioned Myspace and Friendster in one of my writing classes and my curiosity was piqued. I certainly didn't understand, at that… Read full post »

I tend to categorize life into two separate categories: before realizing my mortality and after realizing my mortality. The latter is when the world turned to technicolor.

 People do not like to talk about death because it reminds them of their own impending doom, but a lot of good… Read full post »

Yesterday I took a ride on the red line just to see if I’d run into him. I passed a sign that told me to call him but then I realized that several women have probably passed that sign and thought it meant something more than it actually did. His name… Read full post »