Sample short story excerpt

Originally published on Vocal.Media

Photo by ReneƩ Thompson on Unsplash

Is Crazy Contagious? part three: It Didn’t Matter

“The only person I could think of was Liv, and we hardly talked, partly due to her leaving me to deal with Joanie alone and partly due to her wanting to forget about the stigma attached to having a mentally ill mother. People are not as understanding when your mother is standing naked on their front lawn at four in the morning, screaming at the top of her lungs. They aren’t forgiving when your mother is skipping down the street dressed in your Easter dress and hat when you’re six. Mental illness is not the same as cancer or diabetes or lupus. Those illnesses are respectable.”

Sample magazine opinion piece

Sexting and the Single Woman

Originally published on Metropolis

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“His living room had no television. Its sole purpose was for intellectual conversation, which consisted of talks about how sexy my lips are and how my long, wavy locks make me look exotic. Sigh…

Next, there’s the landscaper with the crappy attitude whose crappy first impression was crappily lasting. I was tempted to leave the money for his services on my step and close the door. He tried redeeming himself by reaching out on that famous online social network. I just couldn’t get passed his moodiness. I loved his work, but wouldn’t let him pluck a weed from my yard let alone trim any other bush. And of course, once again, sexual attraction was implied way too early.

And then there’s the oldest of the four men I thought were potential new like-interests. This new like-interest is a 35-year-old “stunna”, who delicately phrased his desires of “love making” and “tasting” of particular body parts.  He wasn’t as raunchy as some of the others, but he too began sexting quite early.

All four men suggested taking me out. The sex talk occurred before the dates could. I wasn’t receptive and possibly gave the impression that I am frigid or nonsexual. Little do they know, my smoking looks match my libido. The things they picked up on, fantasized about, and found that I naturally exude–don’t quite compare to my desire, drive and ability in the boudoir. But the way I tick doesn’t seem to be what’s common among women my age these days.

Seduce my mind and my body will follow. But most importantly, I still care to know…”

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