Maggie and I stopped having sex a few months before our divorce, and two years later I was still in a dry spell. Yeah, two years and counting. I was told guitars are chick magnets, so I dusted off my old acoustic and sharpened my pencil. I ain't no Bob Dylan, but I was happy to be playing and writing again and I frequented coffeehouses with live entertainmen...
This is a story about a young Eskimo mother, Umaiapik Umaiapik gasped with a last burst of exertion, chest heaving, pumping her legs hard to crest the little rise, and then a bit more so that the heavy reluctantly following sledge reached the loamy crest. Perched now in the sun, the rest of the short journey from the glacier would be little easier, pulling...
I was standing at the dispatcher's desk, when she approached me. "Captain McHale, I'm Diane Williams. I will be your co-pilot tonight. Are you ready for the crew meeting?" With a smile, I said, "yes." It was a brief meeting. "If you observe anything that you think might effect the comfort of the passengers or the safety of our flight, please notify me imme...
# # # Prelude # # # I had been divorced for two years when I started going to gay clubs to meet women. While the idea sounds a little strange at first; when, Brandon, an openly gay friend of mine, proposed it, he made a strange sort of sense. I'd gotten married at 27 after college, "sowing my wild oats," and business school. After a little more than six...
Standing admiring my new look and getting to feel more comfortable with myself, the door to the garage opened. Carla called out, "Honey, I am home. Where are you?" Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around my waist. "I'm in the master bedroom ready to take a shower." Carla entered the room and gave me a peck on the cheek. "How have you been this weekend?" she...
So how did I get an 18 year old girl, who was crying and screaming profanities at me one minute to be the first person that I had sex with in a car, all in the span of about two hours? I am a wizard, that's how. To be fair, I need to start with why she was crying and screaming at me. It was June, 1993. I had just turned 18 in April and her in March. I...
I've really only had one thing going for me most of my life. I'm good looking; very good looking. That's not bragging, it's the truth - which you'll likely believe when I tell you my honest assessment of the rest of my qualities. I'm not smart, I'm not much of an athlete, I'm not a nice guy, I'm self-centered, I'm lazy, and I don't have much money. At least...
"You need a lawyer." We were at my kitchen table. Josh, Amber, Sara, Julie, and our newest member, Joyce. Julie, always thinking business, was the one that spoke. "Why?" "Because sooner or later you're going to broach a subject that will piss someone off enough to sue you. It happens all the time. Mostly they care about money, sometimes they just want to...
NOTE: This recounts a 'mostly' true story that began almost 30 years ago. When I say 'mostly true', I do so because the names and some locations have been changed to help keep this as anonymous as possible. However, each of the different "events" described did occur. There is, some embellishment so the telling of the story flows more smoothly. The epilogue h...
The great thing about Scott was he knew he was dealing an extra sensitive Virgo here, despite how I came across on the outside. He was sure to avoid any comments that could be interpreted as critical remarks. I was already hard enough on myself after being constantly criticized by my first husband. Jerry caused me to be insecure and feel dirty and lose all m...