Drag Queens, Port Wine Stains & Not-So-Under Undercover Cops
I looked at Miss Gilpin’s lovely brown hair and resisted the urge to stroke the perfect flip grazing her shoulders, to bury my head on her shoulder and finger the … Continue reading
May 30, 2014 · Leave a comment
Caprese, Footballs, Guilt & Telephone Calls
When I woke up at Joel’s apartment, there was only a table lamp throwing a puddle of low golden light near the sofa I was on. I knew instantly where … Continue reading
May 23, 2014 · Leave a comment
Hippies, Little Debbie & Bratwurst
“When someone pointed her out to him the first day of school, he knew he had seen her in the summer workshops, the encounter groups, the team building, the intercultural … Continue reading
February 7, 2014 · Leave a comment
