Starbucks: Fireside Eavesdropping.

Dear loud nasal-voiced woman sitting over my left shoulder, Stop talking. Please. We three writers sitting quietly by the fireplace are cringing and wincing, shooting each other rolling-eyes about your "how annoying boss, Bob" and how late meeting invites were ignored. The rapid-fire banality of your workplace drama and gossip--Diana is a slut, AND she … Continue reading Starbucks: Fireside Eavesdropping.

Date Damsel. (Prosery)

January, the transitional girlfriend of the calendar. Not like the other months. Her personality a mix of closing a door and lighting a bonfire; bittersweet memory and new imaginings. You meet her and instantly you're comfortable--she's a bit of extended December. She is the palate cleanser, the slate-cleaner she looks the other way and has … Continue reading Date Damsel. (Prosery)