I used to think I was low maintenance. I don’t need expensive gifts, uptown dinners, wear a lot of makeup, spend hours on my hair, and dress in designer outfits that cost more than some small countries spend on food. I considered myself kind of the geeky girl next door. I was kidding myself. “You…
Ron Logic
Ron is real. And that’s just scary. Happy Ronday! Ron had been hard to get a hold of. As readers may recall, he had moved my sister to BFE, and was supposedly staying with friends in town to save on gas. After several attempts to reach him, and several suspicious explanations, my sister was finally…
What Might Have Been
I try not to think about What might have been ‘Cause that was then And we have taken different roads We can’t go back again There’s no use giving in And there’s no way to know What might have been (What Might Have Been, as sung by Little Texas) This song has been going through…
The Rondom
Ron is a real person, and not an April’s Fool Joke. He dated my sister and invaded our lives for a portion of time. Maybe you have a Ron? or Ronette? Or know a Ronulian – someone who is Ron-like? or a Ron-duh – someone silly enough to put up with him? If so, I…
The List
“It’s great that she is very attentive, but not what I need,” my friend told me in chat. “Do you have a list of what you do and do not need?” I typed back. “Not yet,” he answered. “I play the dating game by the seat of my pants.” Back in January 2008,…
Just Breathe
In and out, in and out, don’t hyperventilate, don’t overthink it, don’t hold it in, don’t forget to let it out, breathe, breathe, breathe, feel like you’re in labor, feel like you’re drowning, feel like you are barely awake, feel like the world is yelling even though everything is deadly quiet. Just Breathe. whoooooooooooosh. Feel…
Mr. Ron’s Neighborhood
Ron is a real person. Sometimes I wish he wasn’t. Welcome to Ronday! Ron and my sister eventually wore out their welcome at Lola’s place. Well, and Lola was about to get evicted too – because she decided to stop paying rent on her section 8 housing. So Ron found a place over an hour from…
Engaged, Number One
When I was a child, I lived on the Atlantic Ocean. I loved walking on the wet sand and seeing the footsteps I left behind. I loved to see the rippling waves moving ever towards me, criss-crossing themselves to reach the shore, and then swirling around my ankles before pulling whatever they could back out…
I’m Not Prejudiced . . .Part Two
I feel I would be remiss if I did not finish this story, even though it may cast a somewhat disparaging light on me. I did not reply to Trotter’s last email, but within a day or so, I got another one. “. . . I would still like to meet you for lunch one…