My God, you made a cold call, pressed a button knowing it was a safe bet. I’m not talking about Enter, Continue or Next. I mean the Mommy button, milky in construct, pliable
Some kind of a joke, to allow me to find love half-way across the country. His arms? His lips? Give me a break. On Skype? For years I waited for someone
OOO can mean any variety of things: I’m not in the office occupying my usual cubicle space and sitting in a chair with my feet raised on a two-drawer file
“Sitting in front of the computer, my brain and hands connect in a singular, focused way across the keyboard.” I’ve worked from home for most of my adult life, more
I can find my car in the parking lot by the way the back window is spotted from my past. To pass time I read the fine print of oysters and watch
“Where had I been all these years? Instead of reading books, I should’ve been at video arcades perfecting my hand eye coordination and driving vehicles up the vertical side of