Not to ruin the suspense or anything, but I made it just fine to Hôtel le Relais de la Reine, a lovely hotel where Brett had scored me room about 30 minutes before. I was pretty frazzled (didja notice?) and I didn’t want to leave my phone in the taxi (I’ve done that twice already …
Getting in my Own Way
It has been mentioned that I have a gift for self-sabotage. See you if you can identify it in the following narrative: Yesterday I flew from Portland to San Francisco. In San Francisco, I bought a huge egg and sausage on a brioche sandwich for $10.50. Then I threw it away because it was making …
Finding Myself
I know a lot of adult women who stand up with square shoulders when life gets rocky. There’s Ramona, my neighbor who goes to meetings at the high school for me, pretending to be my boys’ real mother because I hate fucking meetings, not to mention leaving the house, listening to people talk, and showing …
ICEBOX PLUMS: Moments, sweet and cold 