THE JOURNAL

THE JOURNAL

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Rob said all breathy, “but David’s in the middle of the street in his underwear, covered in blood. Should I call 911?” I was in a...
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I was standing there in the coat closet, like an idiot. It was dark, cramped and my breath was making it humid. Anxiety vibrated throughout my body. The walls seemed...
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If I could choose between getting a massage alone, or a couple’s massage with my husband, I’d pick alone. Every time. I don’t even have to think about it. Because...
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Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” was loudly beating against the hot air flowing through my window. I was in the passenger seat of my sister’s brand new red...
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The Llama Lady wore clear gloves that went all the way up to her mid bicep. I’m sure that was intentional because she was elbow deep up the Llama’s hooha....
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I’m not sure how long I’ll be derided by a 4 year old, but this can’t continue on. Now she’s trying to shake down grandma. “Can I call Nani on...
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