The cemetery of lost love

Where does love go when it dies? To the cemetery of lost love, of course. To that corner of ourselves where we bury ex boyfriends who broke our hearts, potential soulmates who never really saw such potential, friends who really loved us but just as friends. I am there right now, digging – tooth and […]

Crossing a line

And we kissed. And it was wonderful. And it was like melting into one and all of those romance novel cliches. And I was drunk. Very drunk. I remember his hesitant hand on my breast. I remember feeling that there was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be, nothing else I’d rather be doing. […]

The cougar myth – let’s talk about sex

I’m a strong and independent modern woman in my late 30s (early 40s in less than a month). I have no problem making the first move or hitting on a guy I’m interested in. I can walk into a bar by myself and order a drink. And as I’ve gotten older, I’ve developed this clumsily […]

I know it’s over – new and improved

I am a grown-up. I know what it means when somebody doesn’t answer your texts or when it takes them too long to do so. To make a long story short(ish): I went out. I drank. I sent F a message. Nothing too incriminating, thank god. Just saying that I was in a bar with […]

A lengthy history of time

I’m just going to say it: Einstein was out of his mind when he said time is relative. There, I said it. Seventy years of scientific advances just went down the drain because I’ve made a groundbreaking discovery: time is not relative, it is inexorable and inescapable. It doesn’t matter that I don’t look 39. […]

F: a character sketch

F is the real version of a character that I imagined 13 years ago. I sometimes think that F probably didn’t exist before my imagination began to shape his fictional counterpart. Perhaps I actually and supernaturally willed him into being. But regardless of how he came into this world, F isn’t fictional and is therefore […]

Fiction trumps reality

The best thing about fiction is that it ends. Eventually. You write a story and at some point you think “that’s a good ending to my narrative” and that’s it. Time stops. The end. Reality, on the other hand, is endless. I’m not saying that I think I’m going to live forever. I know there […]

A secretive secret

This blog is a secret. I’m not going to share it with anyone that I know in real life. Ever. I want to have complete freedom to write whatever crosses my mind, without having to worry about losing my job or hurting people. But then why bother? Why not keep a journal instead? Although I’m […]