MY first date with Julie did not begin well and ended even worse. For starters, I didn't show. It was Saturday evening of Presidents' Day weekend, and I was drinking gin and tonics and watching hoops in the Telephone Bar on Second Avenue, whiling away the
Dancing a few steps in a beautified gymnasium is the least I could do to thank the girls who helped me become who I am.
IT is nearly midnight when I get home from my waitress job. I've been out of college for two years and have moved back into my mother's home in Islip, N.Y., for the summer to save money for graduate school. When I walk in the back door, my mother is at th
For a mother, libido, as she once knew it, is gone, replaced by all-consuming maternal desire. Except, that is, for me.
THE invitation to the wedding said black tie. That afternoon I put on my black silk spaghetti-strap dress and a pearl necklace while my boyfriend searched for the cuff links for his tux. Brian and I were at that point in our relationship (together just un
I AM a blogger. An emotional exhibitionist. On a daily basis I make my Dear Diary entries available online to the general public. A few years ago, I began writing my Web log to vent about a particularly difficult relationship. It was therapeutic, relative
How can a spurned lover make his case? One writer counts the ways.