Are You Normal? Ask Cosmo

Judy's office was filled with noise. The presentation for corporate was closing in-- four days, six hours-- and no one could sit still. No one was promised anything, but one word kept passing between people like a secret. Promotion. It was a typical word to hear on the eve of a huge presentation, but it …

An Agreement of Brick and Mortar

Will and Lila told each other everything. Whether not they always listened was another issue. They lay in bed, a few sheets separating them. "Tell me about your day," Will said. "Nothing too exciting. Work, returning some things to Selfridge's. How was yours?" Will rustled the covers so he could lay on his side and …

Taylor Swift Might Have a Point. Then Again, Maybe Not.

I see David through the cafe window. When I walk in, we don't touch. "You found it," he starts. There are circles under his eyes. I wonder why he hasn't been sleeping. I'm not sure it's my right to know anymore. "Took me a minute, but I eventually remembered how to get here." I say. …

Happy (Belated) Valentine’s Day!

Author's Note: In honor of Valentine's Day (and the glorious blog hop hosted by Heather Webb), here's a retelling of one of my scenes from London Streets-- A Love Story. Comment and enjoy! *** He walks over, “What'll you have?" "The strongest shit you've got," I say. My hands are still shaking. He moves behind …

Dickens has Nothing on These Expectations

Date: March 14, 2012 Skype Call to Daniel Weaver Duration: 1 hr, 05 min Duration of relationship: 9 months "Holy Jesus, Dan, there's almost twenty things on this." Marley watched her boyfriend's pixellated image shake back and forth. "I bolded the ones we should do this weekend," he said. "When you come visit me, we …

This TV Could Save Your Life

That was the most productive fight about nothing we've ever had. That's all that keeps running through my mind as I stare at the TV and watch the flames burn amidst pieces of debris. Two Hours Until Departure "Why do you always want to sleep at my place? Your bed is way comfier," I tell …

All Major Calamities Take Place in the Kitchen

The turkey was squatting in the roasting pan while Maria hid in the closet with a bottle of vodka. The phone had skittered across the floor after she had dropped it. James was due in two hours. She hadn't invited him. His name was loudly absent when she rattled off the guest list to her …

London Streets– A Love Story

Walking down the cobble stone streets, coming from another club in the Strand, I’m trying to remember why I thought it was a good idea to pack heels. I can usually walk in them just fine (dance too), but the stones’ nooks and crannies trick my feet and make me stumble like a newly born …

Good to See You Again, You Lying Bastard.

Ten million people in New York City-- and I can't escape the one that reminded me why I wanted to disappear. "Molly," I say after knocking on her door, "Why is Luke Hollaway coming here? He's an actor, not a writer." She cracks a chesire smile grin. "Shut the door, please." Oh no. The door …

A Quick Decision

Mom-- Andrew and I are leaving for Las Vegas. Or San Diego. Or Sedona. Anywhere with a Justice of the Peace, in case the urge to marry strikes us. We’ll be gone for a while; combo wedding and honeymoon. This means you won't get the big wedding you wanted (despite the fact it would be …