• Fiction,  Humor

    This Date-ish Thing

    Dear Diary, So there’s this new guy …. We met on Match.com and he seemed smart and engaging enough to keep my attention. I met him for my typical “pre-date-date” which is either a coffee or a drink at an early time.  This is when I give him the in person equivalent of a swipe right or left.  I am not too concerned with much more than the basics at this point.  Does he look like his pictures? Can he speak? Do I find him attractive in person? Would I be able to spend 2-3 hours with him on a real date an enjoy myself? Would I bang?  We had a…

  • Fiction,  Humor

    Stop! You’re Making Me Blush!

    Dear Diary, There are so many challenges in dating when you have kids.  When do you introduce them to your new boyfriend? Is your new suitor worth the cost of a babysitter?  What if you get stood up and you’ve paid the babysitter $40?  What if your kids catch you kissing him by the car? What if? What if? A date is not just a date-it’s an event with the potential for all these new questions and complications.  While some of the carefree spirit is lost, there is also the fun of stealing kisses or sneaking a smack on the ass when no one will catch you.  The delicious torture…

  • Fiction,  Humor

    Love, or Something Like That

    You know those girls who get dumped then go out with their friends and post YOLO and memes about no fucks given? I'm not that girl. I'm not chill. I don't just roll with it.

  • Fiction,  Humor

    The End of Badass

    Dear Diary, I said something was Badass and my daughter rolled her eyes. “What?” I said. “That’s so old news.” she said.  She’s ten. She’s not even ALLOWED to say half of that word. How the hell is “badass” old news? And who is she to be the queen of cool trendy things?  Ever since she started her Lifestyle blog, suddenly she knows things. I kept mumbling to myself as I was shuffling around the house moving piles of crap from one spot to another. I mean “badass” can’t expire!? Right? There’s never before been a word like “badass!” It’s Badass! I shuffled more. Because kids these days! The image…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Peppermint Kisses

    His beard had grown longer and was speckled with grey hairs.  His skin was tan, his arms swollen with muscles from long days working outside.  I got to look in his light blue eyes again.  He looked back at me intently, a smile curling up on his lips. “You’ve been gone so long I thought I’d never hear from you again.” I said. He put his hand on the back of my neck and stared at me. I was determined not to cry but I felt the trembling of my eyes and lips.  I was angry. I was accusing. I wanted to be indifferent. How could I let him come and go like this?…

  • Fiction,  Humor

    Good Girl; Bad Dog

    So you know in the beginning of a relationship when you are trying really hard to be cool and cute and clever and to somehow give the impression you have your shit together?

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    He Is Her Rock

    He is her rock, her security. He is the strong arms that held her while she cried when their son broke his legs skiing; the broad chest that cradled her closely dancing to their song at their daughter’s wedding just as they had 30 years before at their own. He was her strength and courage in all the things she doubted about herself, his voice whispered in her mind, “I believe in you.” She was sensitive and some days just going out into the world was an assault on her heart. There were the times she was left out of something, forgotten by a friend, and there were times she…

  • Fiction,  Humor

    The Real Reason I’m Single

    Dear Diary, I can’t stand that question, “Why are you single?” Why are we so often asked tedious, intrusive questions, especially around the holidays? Why do our family members feel entitled to know intimate details of our lives? Just because they’ve known us since we were in diapers doesn’t mean they are entitled to know what goes on when we are in our skivvies. They act as if our single lives still hold an innocent and charming appeal. They assume asking about a grown woman’s private life will result in an adorable anecdote or two, and then an encouraging pinch on the cheek to send me on my way for…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    He Wasn’t Prepared

    He was prepared for everything else, but not for this. He was prepared for hard work, for sacrifice, for long hours. He was prepared to do what’s right, what’s necessary, what no one else would do. He was prepared to go unnoticed, to get the blame, to go without. He was prepared for a fight, for war, for death. He was prepared to ignore the pain, work through the injuries. He was prepared to never understand why. But, he wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared for the softness, like a faint perfume stirring him awake. He wasn’t prepared for this racing heart when he heard her voice. He wasn’t…