I see them every morning as I’m getting settled into my car. Every time I do, I experience the same wave of shock. An irrepressible urge to make them disappear. Using two fingers, I pull my forehead…
The lovely Meg has, in response to her epically crafted pink macaroni tale, asked that I share with all of you my ‘Cheesecake…
I made something new, and I wanted to take you behind the scenes. I got the idea after writing a poem about pooping while pooping.
I’ve gotten to that place in my job where the announcer on the subway sounds like she’s mocking the stop I get off…
