Wake up, exhausted, at four in the morning. Try not to knock down the piles of books and magazines on your cluttered nightstand as you search for your prayer book, which is buried, you think, in the middle of one of those stacks. In your tired frame of mind, you haven’t felt like your happy-go-lucky, …
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“Have you ever been in love?” he asked, greedily, expecting an answer that without a doubt would include himself. He was a horrible romantic, emphasis on horrible, because he was more obsessed with having a good story to write in his self-published memoir one day than actually experiencing the feelings attached with a real whirlwind love …
I would start by telling you about my dick, but that’d be a long story. And, to be truthful, I don’t have a dick which means I obviously don’t have a dick that my woman would think could be the next black president, and furthermore I’m not black. But if I did have a dick, …
I was only seventeen – this was back in the seventies. My first job after leaving school was in the menswear department at The D.I.C. on Lambton Quay. A bit of a stereotype, I know. I had straight, blonde hair which I wore to my shoulders, with a fringe. Like Brian Connolly of The Sweet. …
I was nine when my big sister ran away. My parents lied to me, telling me that she would be back soon. “She’s just gone for a little while, Norma,” my mom said. Dad said, “She’s on vacation. She’ll be back soon.” So I waited for her to come home for five years, but she …
Back when Yvonne was dancing they had a manager who wanted to put pictures of all the girls on the walls. He hired a photographer who talked about image and branding and asked all the girls where they were from, and when Yvonne said outside Kansas City he made her dress as a farmer’s daughter, …
Wash your face. Scrub away yesterday’s dirt and last night’s tears. Use your fingernails to claw dead skin away and the hottest water you can stand. Has the pain woken you up yet? Put on foundation. Two pale stripes across your cheeks like war paint. Blend it to cover the scar on your forehead from …
I was nine when my big sister ran away. My parents lied to me, telling me that she would be back soon. “She’s just gone for a little while, Norma,” my mom said. Dad said, “She’s on vacation. She’ll be back soon.” So I waited for her to come home for five years, but she …
Back when Yvonne was dancing they had a manager who wanted to put pictures of all the girls on the walls. He hired a photographer who talked about image and branding and asked all the girls where they were from, and when Yvonne said outside Kansas City he made her dress as a farmer’s daughter, …
Wash your face. Scrub away yesterday’s dirt and last night’s tears. Use your fingernails to claw dead skin away and the hottest water you can stand. Has the pain woken you up yet? Put on foundation. Two pale stripes across your cheeks like war paint. Blend it to cover the scar on your forehead from …
