Ariel sulked in the corner, stirring her Shirley Temple with the little cocktail straw. She pulled her blazer closed over her generous bump, but to no avail; it hadn’t fit properly in months. She should’ve never come to the birthday party, but it was a corporate affair. Her boss had even hired a band and […]
I was his wife for two months. Not his lover, his wife. What’s more, I was an unsatisfied wife. Literally. In my defense, I was completely inexperienced at that time. I had recently gotten my first “important” job, and it fell to me to interview him when he applied for a position. It wasn’t a […]
I want to be soft, malleable. I want to change for the better. In the summertime, she used to pick me up in her car. She talked about the Beatles like they were her father, and drank cheap coffee. She always made time for me no matter the position of the sun, and it was […]
Too cool for words … and that’s saying a lot. Marry me and let’s run away to my apartment in Paris. I promise not to cook !
You have an apartment in Paris? I’ll go and book the plane tickets at once!
I inherited it from my Grandfather … it’s ENORMOUS. It has so many rooms and hallways that my Italian friend Paolo calls it “corridor house.” I used to spend all of my time there … after my break-up (I have a sadly limited amount of experience), and along with cat and deaf neighbor (when that woman says “Frappez tres fort,” she means it!) I started coming back to New York (where I also have an apartment … yes, correct, rich family). Now, I kind of split my time between the two cities. I just need that elusive thing: a boyfriend!