This month’s “After Hours” is a companion piece to an essay I wrote for Change Seven, called, “The Unexpected Beauty of Alzheimer’s,” which was written
This month’s “After Hours” is a companion piece to an essay I wrote for Change Seven, called, “The Unexpected Beauty of Alzheimer’s,” which was written
Has Valentine’s Day got you down because your heart was shit on and sprinkled in vomit-flavored bacon bits? Well, have I got a mixtape for
The first time I put my legs behind my head during sex it surprised even me. We were young then. The heel of my foot
Many years ago, I was sitting on a lake house deck, drinking beer, enjoying the sunset on the water, when, with a sudden shock, I
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. – Carl Sandburg When
“I meant I was ready to shore up what little purity I had left, ready to not have sex again until I was married. That I would save what I could. My two pennies. What little I could yet claim as my own. I was happy, beginning again. I felt self-possessed and determined and maybe maybe maybe okay. Possibly good enough, once again.” ~ Susan Woodring