The whole time I was in New York I was obsessed with the color blue. My sister painted my old bedroom an exquisite blue, so beautiful I can neither really remember it or describe it. Yes it was weird when they first bought the parental manse but time...

My book is fiction. But it is about NLD. Because, damn it, I’m a talented writer and not one adult has written about adults with NLD. If a book is published before mine on this subject shoot the author, somebody. I’m writing fiction so the other...

I am the oldest of four girls. We were known in and around Stone Harbor and Manhattan as the “four gorgeous giddy Grove girls.” “Giddy” because we were. I’m Anabel. Anissa and Alana are twins; two years three months and three days younger than I...

He stopped cutting my hair as he explained what he was going to do next. His hand deftly moved down my long hair, under the salon apron and onto my tailbone. Very discreetly I put my hand under the apron and slapped him. Later in many discussions of...

I walk onto the balcony though really it’s too cold. He’s an argumentative drunk filled with self-love and loathing for almost all people. He’s to leave, not me. I own the shabby chic condo in a part of town that once was up and coming; striving to...