I Fucking Hate Summer

Just as I began dragging the plastic razor up my left thigh, I felt the hot water turn from warm to cool to cold.  Shaving with goosebumps is a form of torture no one should have to endure, but I had to get it done, because I was already late getting my kid to his […]

Read More

On Anxiety: The Storm Inside

I’m in the calm before the storm. But, the storm is coming. She is bound to come, as she blows in every week around this time–right before I’m scheduled to drive over and teach a weekly master class (How to Sing) to four high school girls, like I have many times before. Her high winds […]

Read More

Shit Happens

Light on confidence and carrying way too many pounds for my comfort level, I went on Weight Watchers a while back. It’s funny how they say “Going on Weight Watchers” as if watching one’s weight is something that is either on or off. I don’t know about you, but I’m ALWAYS watching my weight, whether it’s going up […]

Read More

Wendy’s my X, but I can’t stop think about her.

I saw you on my the way to work again and even though I know it is over between us, I still think of you.  Your red hair was twisted and bound the way I like the most.  I was afraid you would notice me, so I arranged my face into an air of frosty […]

Read More