“She was the son my parents never had,” my friend Tim said about his ex-wife. “She talked about sports with my dad and pruning with my mother. As anyone can see, I don’t have much going in those departments.” “Why … Continue reading →
A month after John dumped me he called to see if I wanted to “talk,” having somehow sensed I’d gotten over him enough to resume the normal activities of daily living. I was actually feeling a little talked out since … Continue reading →
“Man wasn’t so much going to the Moon, Henry,” my brother Ethan said, making craters in the surface of a gray Styrofoam ball with the base of a pencil for my 7-year old nephew Henry’s science project, “as getting off … Continue reading →
“Let’s run away together somewhere we can read and make love all day,” my ex-boyfriend John texted me one evening as I was heading home from a long day at work. “Do we have to read?” I texted back. I … Continue reading →
