my car broke down last night, and so did i. i was laughing with diana one minute and i was resting my head against the steering wheel the next. my car wouldn’t start, so she gave me a ride to claudia’s house and miha drove me home and helen took me to work this morning. […]

i don’t care what they tell you on TV or at the mall or in the fashion magazines: the mullet is not a good idea. no, it’s not ironic. it’s moronic. it’s unkempt. and it’s just not attractive. sometimes, i want to go around with scissors, thin strips of fabric and bulky wool sweaters. i’d […]

he says i’m giving off The Vibe. i laughed when he first told me that — i’ve never given off any vibe and i wouldn’t even know how — but now i’m beginning to think he’s right. The Vibe is the antithesis of really bad B.O. instead of people slowly scooting away from you because […]

all i remember about london is good chinese food, rows of coats for under twenty bucks, one perfect moment and the coldest wind i have ever met in my life. there was no big ben, no tate modern, no buckingham palace, no tower of london, no fish, no chips, no guiness, no tea. but i’m […]

i threw my luggage down, shoved my clothes off the bed and onto the floor and climbed under my covers when i got home at 11 this morning. the exhaustion of everything hit me all at once. just as everything was turning blurry and silent, the phone rang. it was claudine. i hadn’t talked to […]

old man johnny gave me hope last saturday, coupled with a wink and a smile. he was sitting at the left end of the diner counter and chatted me and tonia up the moment we sat down. “everything’s good here,” he said, as we thumbed through the menu. “everything.” “oh, you’ve been here before?” tonia […]

this time, it’s all different. there will be no bouquet to dodge, there will be no taffeta or satin puddles around my ankles, there will be nary a bobbie pin nor curl in my hair. tonia’s getting married, and i am wearing a black cocktail dress with strappy shoes and dark red toenail polish. and […]

i am finally realizing that you are everywhere, and i’m just going to have to get used to it. i see you at the grocery store, at the bar, in my living room, in my portland living room, in my paris dorm hallway, in my suitcase, in my purse, in my wallet, in the shower, […]

something magical happened this afternoon while i was driving down the 101: i got stuck in traffic. this wasn’t the typical 3-car pile-up sig alert on the other side of the freeway but you have to look anyway and slow everyone else down kind of traffic. it was something else. it was cotton — willowy […]

it gets harder and harder to tell stories that are real. and i know why. it’s because those that i have are not really mine to tell. they involve other people, people who deserve privacy. it wouldn’t be fair for me to tell you of their sadness and worry and stress. it just wouldn’t. so […]