I'm inside a large room with Joe. The purpose of this room is not clearly defined just as our relationship had not been, yet I'm aware that it represents my prior place of employment, where he and I worked together.

I'm standing next to him. He’s sitting at his… Read full post »

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I wait for Max, nervously, at the bar. My stomach hurts, as it always does when I jump into situations I’m unsure of. I’m gulping my wine, trying to take the edge off. And this is not helping the stomach pain.

He's walking toward me now and I stand up.… Read full post »

Paros sea. Emerald meets sapphire. Shining. Not good for losing your bikini bottom while diving off a boat; water so clear that all will see  your bare butt. Bit embarrassing but, hey, you're in Greece.

Traditional houses, white with blue trim, tucked into hills. Other colors, too.… Read full post »

 Lefkes, Paros

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The idea behind this “yoga laughter group” I decide to try out is that we learn, as we get older, that it's not okay to laugh spontaneously and randomly for the reason that people might think us loopy if we, for instance, start cracking up in the produce department of/… Read full post »

Recently, my mother dragged me to the zoo on her day off. I don't share her fondness of this activity, but I could see how much she wanted to go. I guess I'll go, I answered begrudgingly. I hadn't been to the zoo for years, since I was a kid, and was… Read full post »

My feelings for Joe will soon change and develop into something I had never expected, but for now I'm safe. I feel traces of it, though, on a few occasions before I know.

The first time, it's contained in a smile. We’re at a work dinner: Joe, Jeff (a… Read full post »

Buddhist psychiatrist, Mark Epstein wrote: “I remember being asked in my first session with a therapist if I was aware that I was sitting on the edge of my seat.  I was not aware of it. I was sitting the way I always sat when talking with someone.  ‘What’s wrong with/… Read full post »

Everyone I pass on the sidewalk is hand-in-hand with a significant other, a world that feels alien to my single, broke ass. Glossy loving couples, straight out of those cheery holiday-card photographs people like to send, or smiling, attractive facebook images that have little to do with reality, se/… Read full post »

I rode the cross-town bus to meet Eric and negotiated in heels the eleven blocks to his apartment thinking, he could have offered to meet me. As I approached Amsterdam and 75^th, I spotted him across the street sitting on a step. He caught my eye and stood up. We each/… Read full post »