Dear Maddness, You are a much different monster than you were 7 years ago. Now when I write, people read. Now when I write about boys, they are very likely to read. And that, at times influences my ability to write candidly. I was thinking … Read More →
Monthly Archives: March 2010
The Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
There has been a lot of talk about Atlanta. It started in the backyard on a crisp star filled night. It was the first time I spoke with Tapan on a deeper level than: T: can I see you naked? S: no. T: fine. You … Read More →
Now. Change.
The actress breaks down in monologue picked up by two monitors on stage. The audience laughs as she shares the story of her husband leaving her for a geriatric grandma with a fake hip. I’m not laughing. I’m breaking down in tears. Act 2, Scene … Read More →
Exit stage left
Chris left. The last I saw of him was a little Bugg nose hanging out the window of his car at the intersection at work before I turned and he drove on to find whatever happiness he is searching for closer to his family. I … Read More →
Glass Half Broken
Dating as a single mom– not nearly as fun as it maybe perhaps was before (was it? Ever?). You still have those delicious love drunk moments where the world only revolves for the sheer pleasure of the two of you basking in each other’s presence. … Read More →
(bunny)(bunny)
 You’ve been waiting for me to write this. I’ve been waiting for a moment I could. Now that it is here I lay in bed, watching the sunrise from my bed, alone, without you. I’m waiting for the house to come alive with little feet … Read More →
Painting the town red…and then psycho.
I had a great date tonight. I mean, I’m not sure if it was a date but I kind of hope so. Now mind you, angry chef boy tried to ruin it (and did an excellent attempt) by doing what he does best: being angry, … Read More →
Auto-biographical geographical survey
Standing naked in front of the mirror today: hair pinned back and falling in tresses out of its pinnings and over and under and across my neck and collar bones with the wild disarray of this end of a 19 hour day. My eyes still … Read More →