“How are you? How are you doing,” I asked my friend. I asked because I cared and because this is what I know we’re supposed to do to start a conversation. “Horrible, but thanks for asking,” she responded. There was a beat. We both burst out laughing, gutted by the truth masquerading as absurdity. It…
Christmas in New York City. The stuff of Romcoms and holiday pop songs. I think at that point we both knew we were looking for a way to knit together the remains of our relationship that had been fraying since the fall. It was a gesture, an offering to ourselves and the city that had,…
There’s an episode of Friends where Rachel convinces Phoebe to get a tattoo with her. go Rachel has a small heart inked on her hip. Phoebe chickens out. The blue speck of ink on her shoulder is as far as she got before bolting. Rachel is pissed; they had a pact. “They use needles!” she…
