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  • He's My Boyfriend, and I'll Cry . . . Oh, Never Mind

    October 17, 2009

    • Yesterday on Facebook, I asked a question that comes up for the middle-aged, unmarried man or woman who has a partner, a significant other, a lover, a sweetie, a honey, a "man, a "woman," a ball and chain, a companion.What word to use for that said person that doesn't sound stupid.When I was in the hospital and basically not truly all there, a nurse and I had the following ...
  • Girl's Night In

    May 28, 2009

    • 7:01 PM What happened today? Let's see - Bobby built a wall. He's building a writing shack in Mount Washington, on his sister's property. She lives in one of those houses that is built on a hill on stilts and that's where Bobby has decided to build his 'dream home.' It's complicated because of the slope, but he's figuring it out. Until today, it was just the deck. Now, according to him, ...
  • What Happened?

    May 11, 2009

    • This weekend supplied me with countless material for an edgy teen novel, or at least, a realistic one.It all began when my husband and I decided to live life on the edge and go away for a weekend. We have two kids, seven and ten. So, we needed a responsible person to take care of them. We asked our really great grad student babysitter who is awesome with the kids. Only hitch was, she was ...
  • F***ing Facebook

    February 24, 2009

    • My boyfriend’s other girlfriend found me on Facebook. Granted, he wasn’t my boyfriend anymore by the time she found me, though our end apparently came long after their beginning, so there’s the rub.His well-managed scheme imploded a few months after he and I both altered our online relationship status to reflect ‘Single’ instead of ‘In A Relationship,’ after I’d begun dating ...
  • Just a Memory: Part 9

    November 19, 2008

    • Gary checks into the hospital that night. His room is on the neurology floor, a dimly lit hall with patient rooms on either side It is odd to spend New Year's Eve in a hospital. People are out there getting drunk, making passes, dancing to loud music till blisters form on their feet, eating too much and blowing plastic horns. All merry and noisy. Here, the only sounds coming from the rooms are ...
  • Just a Memory: Part 8

    November 12, 2008

    • As soon as we arrive to see Dr. Kim, the young internist arranges for a psychiatric evaluation right then and there. The psychiatrist, who makes people of slight builds look like professional bodybuilders, leads us into a small, windowless room that feels more like a large closet. This doctor, his toothpick leg crossed over the other, borders on sickly. His voice sounds like the nasal whine of ...
  • Just a Memory: Part 3

    October 16, 2008

    • Our friendship is six months new. Gary, an airline captain, lives in Greenwich, Connecticut, on the New York border. On his layovers, he explores whatever city his flight schedule has sent him. In June during my lunchtime walk in Boston, he introduced himself. I had meandered through the streets of the financial district finding the place that was least like my office, with its fluorescent ...
  • Just a Memory: Part 2

    October 14, 2008

    • "We're ready to see you, Mr. Stoecker."We follow the doctor, who is thirty-ish, has dark brown hair and blue eyes and wears the Dockers pants, white shirt, tie, and Rockport shoes that is the uniform of med students and residents, into an exam room. The doctor takes the desk chair, Gary the seat by the desk, and I the chair next to his. I cross one leg tightly over the other. I ...