There is exquisite pain in leaving you.  Of course I am not even leaving anything real. It is all play acting and you allow me the play. You are like a wall…a mildly interactive, grunting, stuffed animal that allows me to leave and come back. How many… Read full post »

I am haunted. I can’t sleep. I never watch the news before going to bed- but I did last night. The body of a young girl was found. She was an American teacher in Japan. She rode her bike home after the earthquake and must have been hit by the ensuing… Read full post »

Boots had just had wine. She was never a drinker and could feel the slight buzz from a half of a glass. She sat down at her computer to write to lover, Snarky. He had told her that he would be out of town for the week through the weekend and… Read full post »

“If you want to just fuck me, go ahead. I’m just not in the mood to make this a big thing.” Boots rolled over to face her husband.

 “It’s not any good if you are not into it.” He looked crestfallen. Boots smiled and leaned toward him. She blew her… Read full post »

 These are my new collagen enhanced lips. Snarky if you went to the museum with me, you could see them. Just imagine my lips pressing against yours. My tongue would pop into your soft, plump, pudgy lips and caress your newly cleaned teeth. You do always get your teeth clean right… Read full post »

I have lost weight this week. Sleep has been difficult. I wake up several times in the middle of the night and know that I will never have my Snarky again. It hurts in my chest. My friend Nina and I took the dogs to the park and… Read full post »

My High School classmate gave me passes to see his band, Nada Surf’s performance at the Bowery Ballroom last spring. This tour introduced their new Album if i had a hi-fi. They covered Depeche Mode’s Enjoy the Silence.  I didn’t even recognize this version at the time. Over the… Read full post »

My father was trained as a Marine in Parris Island in OCS. He specialized in guerilla warfare. His specialty would have made him a valuable commodity during the escalating US engagement in Vietnam. He never saw combat, the army doctors discovered that my father had had polio as a child… Read full post »

Michael, I told you that the psychic at psychic fair told me to forget about you…The tarot card reader did too. In fact no one thinks that you are good for me. I am going to get a job in a bank (even though I have math phobia)… Read full post »

To my Blog Review Committee I need to divert from my raison d'être. The dynamic between mother and child is so important for future relations with men and women. The advice given to young men when choosing a life partner is a saying Look at a woman’s mother… Read full post »

Michael realized that the gift of his smelly shirt did not get to Boots. He decided to splurge. Michael went to Boots’ neighbor friend and personal shopper, Melanie at Tiffany to get an appropriate present. He knew that Melanie could be discreet.

 Boots was elated when the little blue Tif… Read full post »

Boots pulled out a bag from the top of the closet. It was filled with Hermes scarves from the 80s. Most were a gift from her father’s …girl friend...lover...”the Countess”. Boots did not call her this to her face but it what her mother and she called her. The Fr… Read full post »

She sat across him in the dark restaurant. He had tears in his eyes as he drank his scotch. He told her of the scandal that had forced his friend out of one of the largest banks in the world. He was her mentor but he wanted more. He gave her… Read full post »

Boots realized that her very public crush on Captain Portobello had caused quite a stir on OS. The female bloggers were already jealous of Boots’ sexiness and her ability to detail her sexual adventures with such rich and powerful men such as Michael…and now perhaps famous mob leader/ or… Read full post »

Boot’s mother had worked as a counselor in a maximum security prison many years ago. Boots remembered a time, one Saturday, when they had their traditional mother daughter lunch in Bloomingdales. Boots' mother told her about her new “rap” group with the inmates. She looked across th… Read full post »

Boots was smitten. She had just emailed a note to Michael:

I told you I don't feel like that about you anymore. It is too much work. I need phone contact and more. This is boring. I hope you had good weekend in Hamptons. There is no future for us… Read full post »

 There is exquisite pain in leaving you.  Of course I am not even leaving anything real. It is all play acting and you allow me the play. You are like a wall…a mildly interactive, grunting, stuffed animal that allows me to leave and come back. How many times have I told… Read full post »

Boots was in her bed reading her book. She had been cooking all day for her husband’s birthday dinner. She had never made a cake or icing from scratch and it was very tiring. She heard a clumping up the stairs. Her husband walked into the bedroom and held up the… Read full post »

Boots was meeting her lover, Michael Gallagher, a Partner in the world’s largest law firm, Glott, Marks, Gilman & Moore. He agreed to meet her in his office today since he had so much work it would preclude a lunch out. Boots had walked uptown from Penn Station to their offices… Read full post »

  This is the evidence of my addiction. It is summer so I have bottles of water thrown in post gym. If it were winter, I would have double the amount of my fix. My daughter tried to ride in the front seat. She thinks I am selfish to… Read full post »

Oh Snarky, did you read the WSJ yesterday?  The US Patent and Trademark office is removing the classification for trademarks on “Processed plant matter for medicinal purposes, namely medical marijuana.” I had been thinking about starting a home based business. The products would… Read full post »

Every time I smell Hermes Equipage, it reminds me of this old boyfriend that I had. I don’t remember his name. I used to wear it when we went out. It was so long ago. It must have been the early 80s. I was going to Sarah Lawrence College. I… Read full post »

Michael…I think that I may have been a little rash when I told you that you were disgusting.  I am trying to understand this legal sounding email you sent to me…. You wrote:

I am very glad that you are writing blog, I just want to make this… Read full post »

 Boots painted her fence. When she worked in the back yard, she did not wear underwear. As she worked, the musky scent of her wafted up through the sheer Indian cotton dress. It smelled of old sweat from a long night of sex. She thought, ‘I am the only… Read full post »