There is something I pull out of my closet every winter with a smile. And I wear it with pride. It’s my leather bomber jacket. Actually, it’s not really my jacket. It’s an ex-boyfriend’s. I…
Browsing Category Creative Writing
Getting Tested (Spring 1998)
I’ve done it twice. Signed up for the low-cost HIV testing and accompanying counseling. The counseling is mainly to educate the “patient.” Are you aware of the ways in which HIV is contracted? Do you…
It’s Not Personal (Spring 1998)
I never answer my phone. Not ever. I blame this behavior on having grown up in a household in which my mother’s at-home business meant phones ringing off the hook at all hours, every caller…
Love Me, Love My Cat (Spring 1998)
I know that cats aren’t for everyone. I’ve got no problem with that. But if you’re in my life for any stretch of time, you’re going to encounter Muffy. Muffy is my 17-year-old feline friend….
My Collage (Spring 1998)
There’s this wall in my apartment that I stare at when I need something. That something can be inspiration, courage, hope. It’s my Image Map, a visual representation of who I want to be and…
Naming Yourself (Spring 1998)
There’s an opportunity we get when we start our first email account. It’s also a responsibility. We get to name ourselves. Perhaps we’re in college. We get an “.edu” account. This has already identified us…
“Hollywood & Vines” (July 1994)
I squinted through my window, an insomniac again. Without my contacts in, I could see only the reflection of headlights in the chrome bumper of the car parked on the street, otherwise, I’d not have…
“Waterlogged” (July 1994)
“On your marks, get set, GO!” Coach shouted as we plunged into the water and began our free-style swim. The water felt cold this morning, but I warmed up with each stroke forward down the…
untitled (7 August 1993)
Coffee makes me think of Cleo. I smell her kitchen on days too hot for coffee… perk perk perk on the stove. The ashes and butts in trays, Under the table cloth her elbows stick…
Revisiting the Past (Spring 1998)
We all know the importance of keeping a journal. A safe place to record our thoughts, fears, wishes and dreams is essential to our ability to “sort it all out.” The purchase of a blank…