Here are some recent essays of mine.
One day we were sharing orange sherbet and a few weeks later I was staring at his coffin. I was so confused and angry that he’d abandoned me just before back-to-school haircut day.
Santa might show up in tassels and heels at this phenomenal Menorah Horah burlesque show – and that would be awkward for everyone.
It was all clean. I don’t know why she had to stage her own death just to prove a point.
Asking for sex takes on epic proportions of vulnerability. It’s terrifying. Asking for intimacy is the hardest task we are challenged with (besides Irish Step Dancing and acceptance of death).