that joe | true love | writing

Already Gone

By on September 4, 2012

i looked up and you were staring at me, your eyes were a little too wide, your lashes long and dark. i love you like crazy, i said, and you suddenly smiled, looked down. you packed at the last minute throwing things in a duffel it’s your way, it’s a good way. i love you […]

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I Eat a Lot of Bacon

By on August 20, 2012

I eat a lot of bacon. I don’t know if that means we can’t be friends anymore, but I just thought you should know. Gosh, I hope not. If we can’t get over our right to make our own food choices, how can we remain friends during an election year? I can’t remember if you’re […]

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Hiding

By on August 28, 2011

I look out the window. The sun is shining, the leaves are dancing a slow waltz and I hear traffic close by. There is a tiny spot of grime under my left thumbnail. I meticulously remove it with the long prong on the pen lid. The AC kicks on and my feet turn to ice. […]

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True Mom Confessions

By on March 5, 2009

I have an essay, a confessay, if you will, in the book True Mom Confessions coming in early April. It started as a website created by my friend Romi and grew from there. It’s nice to sometimes have an anonymous place to put your innermost secrets that you can’t tell anyone in real life. I’m […]

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Eavesdropper #2

By on March 4, 2009

“Let’s do the whole cocktail thing, shall we? Hello! I’m Drake. I’m 36. I’m a scientist and I build things that don’t exist and won’t exist for years. I actually work in the future.” Drake thrust his hand forward in an attempt to look confident. It was at the precise moment his hand accidentally jabbed […]

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Eavesdropper #1

By on February 18, 2009

“I gave up on climbing the corporate ladder with hard work. I just want to get laid now. I’m ready to sleep my way to the top.” he said, leaning back in the red velvet covered, 18th century replica Wing Back and crossing his legs, slowly, foot dangling and wagging ever so slightly. She looked […]

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On Writing

By on February 21, 2008

I don’t have it all figured out. Far from it. I’ve been on the sending end of about a zillion queries that were carefully thought out and written. Of the handful of responses I’ve received back, only a fraction of those turn into real money so I’m no expert on how to make a living […]

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Slice Of Americana

By on September 7, 2007

The summer I was fifteen was the summer I wasn’t sure if I had a steady boyfriend or not. Teen communication being what it was, his ‘Well, have a good weekend. And summer. I’ll see you around.’ had left me problem solving our togetherness. Sure, I wanted to still be going out with him. He […]

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nothin' much | writing

Unfinished

By on September 3, 2007

I’ve started and never finished a ton of posts. They sit here in my drafts, lonely. Some of them look so familiar, I swear I’ve completed them already. I used to see them every time I started a new one, but at some point, not sure when, I stopped seeing them. They don’t exist to […]

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