November 30th, 2005
I was going to tell you about overdrawing my checking account and talking to a nice lady from Montana on my cellular telephone about it, about how I saw my hairdresser today, and how we always talk about death in only the most cheerful ways as she snips artfully at the mass of dead cells [...]
November 21st, 2005
A little something I wrote is available for your reading on the website of Venus Magazine.
November 21st, 2005
It was a New York weekend, bracketed by the purchasing of beautiful, frivolous shoes at ridiculously low prices. On Friday I bought a pair of sandals made of the thinnest straps of the softest suede in the palest pink, criscrossed with ribbons and lined with metallic silver leather, telling myself that they were an [...]
November 15th, 2005
My mother interns once a week at a women’s health and birthing center in the South Bronx. She’s getting a doctorate in the psychology of pregnant women, new mothers and newborn babies and this is the practical component of her work. Like everyone I know who is in training to be a health [...]
November 13th, 2005
You would like to believe that the panic attack you had in Soho had nothing to do with the bridesmaid’s dress you selected moments before. You would like to believe it had nothing to do with the teapot you were currently trying to pick out. You have had relatively few panic attacks in [...]
November 10th, 2005
Among my notably paint-spattered articles of clothing, the white undershirt with the brown paint is probably the least evocative. My army pants are smeared with all the colors of our current apartment; the red streak on my one pair of shorts matches the wall in the hallway. In a closet full of sentimental [...]
November 2nd, 2005
Last night at 1:30 a.m. I called up a Fry’s Pharmacy in Arizona and asked, “Why wouldn’t you provide the morning-after pill to a rape victim who needed it?” I did this because I was instructed to do at the end of a free newspaper sex advice column that counted among this week’s topics: [...]