https://www.dorothyparkersashes.com/current-issue/ticks The Husband stops me in the hallway. “I’ve got ticks in my bed,” he says. Maybe he wants to abandon the guestroom and return to the bedroom formerly known as ours. That’s how I think during our divorce. He looks up from his smartphone. “A whole mess of them.” He shifts the suitcase strapContinue reading “Something Bit Him”
Modern Love, New York Times During our four months of dating, he had asked me repeatedly to move in with him. Now, with a smile, he was asking again. “I want to talk to a few of your exes,” I said. His smile faded. “You can choose who,” I said. “Anyone you’ve been with sixContinue reading “We Were a Party of Two, but Never Quite Alone”
We get booty calls while our kids play soccer.
Nominated for a Pushcart Prize, this story first appeared in Passages North GRIPS by L. Button I’m used to the dim hour of five AM: Used to stumbling out of bed in the dark, snaking my legs into jeans, holding the doorknob turned so the latch doesn’t pop. Back when we were together, I carelesslyContinue reading “Grips”
(A silly treat of a story). It’s not easy keeping a marriage fresh for 72 years. Believe me. Especially when you want kids as badly as Abraham and I did. We tried all the latest fertility treatments: smearing lamb’s blood outside our tent, swallowing stewed mint leaves at midnight, offering sacrifices. Nothing worked. Abe tookContinue reading “Before Viagra”