I remember his name. I would never say it here. That is a function of appropriate behavior, which I hope I exercise, and I know – he did not. My teacher would call me sweetheart; worse, it was the way he looked at me, and then came too close. The way he touched, or did […]
Money Matters
My favorite skinny jeans have a tiny hidden pocket. What’s inside it? A small lip gloss, and a neatly folded twenty. An emergency stash. I feel better knowing that it’s there. My other jeans? Generally, there are two or three dollars in a back pocket, along with metro tickets – just in case. And I […]
Drugged
It’s going to be a coffee morning, and an herbal tea afternoon. Thanks to last night. Now, now. Nothing exciting, though I do feel hungover. In fact, last evening I took an over-the-counter cold medicine and called it a night, early. The hours that followed? Miserable. Best I can tell, I had a bit of […]