This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

What part of that disclaimer do you not get, Donna J. Klinghoffer?

Back story: Last summer I left my horrendous job at the nadir of the economic catastrophe with no… Read full post »

This is an actual transcript from a gmail chat I just had with my partner, a quiet, level-headed, reasonable woman. (I'm the one with the Xanax prescription, not her, if that tells you anything.)

 Elsabeth: I need some xanax or something. I really can't even go on FB… Read full post »

I've been masochistically perusing Bailey's Facebook photos, professional glamour shots, many of them beautiful. Bailey is my ex-husband's girlfriend. She is 29.  He is 53. They met at a convention soon after Stan and I split up.

Stan and I are still close… Read full post »

 Elsabeth and I celebrated four years of living together this week, and I've been far more happily "married" than I was for  25 years with the man I legally married soon after college graduation. That was a stable but not especially joyful union, every anniversary… Read full post »

When my father was 40 years old and I was 16, he was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer that killed him 14 months later. Two years earlier he was working on his third novel and had moved our family to a real house in a neighborhood with… Read full post »