Falling Faces “My face is falling!” I was in my bedroom in the cut-up house on Wilson street when I heard Fran’s voice announce this “face” issue. Fran was my baby-sitter/auntie/close family friend. “What the fuck are you talking about, Fran!” my mom replied in her usual annoyed voice. I walked to the living room... Continue Reading →
Perpetual Panic Attacks
I remember feeling like something bad was going to happen when Hillary’s mom dropped us off at Six Flags Atlantis. Hillary and I were 13 and we were there for an outdoor concert by Cheap Trick, a band we didn’t really know that was making a comeback in the mid-eighties. Hillary and I were thrilled... Continue Reading →
Take it easy on me
We were on his bed. The door was closed. The Eagles Greatest Hit CD, our go to make-out soundtrack, was on the stereo and RJ’s mouth had found that perfect spot on my neck, the triangle of lust. “You have no idea what that does to me!” I said, while inhaling the scent of Tide... Continue Reading →
Crappy Wednesday
Chris sat in a gray plastic chair and turned away from the exam table to avoid what he was about to see. We’re not chocolate starfish players, so he really, and I mean really did not want this view. He was there in the room with me at the colorectal surgeon's office for two reasons:... Continue Reading →
Middleaged Muscle Building
“You’re stronger than you think!" That’s what Shay said to me, over the booming gym music, as he helped me lift two 15-pound weights while I was in an elevated bridge pose in his 5:15 p.m. Flex class. Shay was leaning over me, his face upside down. I gave him a breathy laugh and said,... Continue Reading →
Lisa’s Ten Tiresome FB Friends
Originally published on HuffPo in 2014 Recently, I announced that I am going to stop filtering myself. Yes, readers, I HAVE been holding back. I know this is frightening. It frightens me, too, but I do need to be more honest in my writing. I've already been pretty honest when speaking. I have seen people's... Continue Reading →
Jason
I was terrified of the water slides at TY Park. I hated water in general because I couldn’t swim. So, I was really nervous when my mom forced me to go to summer camp one last time the summer after eighth grade. It was the YMCA day camp, not one of those fancy away camps... Continue Reading →
I’m An Introvert Who Hates Politics. I Want To Save America
I sat there and stared at the overhead projector screen, a presentation device somewhere between cave paintings and the internet, listening to Mrs. Williams (I think that was her name) drone on about a bunch of white guys in powdered wigs. At that time, I was focused on boys with dark hair and Guess jeans,... Continue Reading →
Golden Stepdad rules
There I was on a Monday afternoon walking through Shanghai on the treadmill when I heard my stepdad’s voice telling me, “Do it now, kid! It don’t get any easiah!” Of course, I wasn’t really hearing his voice as he has been dead for almost 23 years. I was just hearing him in my head... Continue Reading →
HEATED Yoga – not for the Perimenopausal
I hoisted my hips up and back for my 419th downward dog during the first 15 minutes of my second-ever heated yoga session. This session was my first ever in Arizona, where the outside temperature was slightly warmer than Satan’s gooch. It was also my first session since making the transition from chilly Lisa to... Continue Reading →