It’s novel to live back in a city where people want to visit. With three dates already on the books, we’ll quickly surpass the visitors we ever had to Norfolk. Yeah, we don’t blame you either. If this is your …
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Everything in New Orleans is a good idea
Another new state, another new city. The Reeds keep the moving trucks rolling. It’s been what? A month? 6 weeks? No matter the time, the city of New Orleans is grabbing hold—tightly with her dirty, gritty, unwashed hands. Everything Norfolk wasn’t, …
What did we do? It’s a puppy.
I never birthed a child. My stepson came to me at the delightful age of potty-trained, able to feed himself, and with the capability to use words to ask for things. This pleased me. I never owned a puppy. Iona …
You can call me Oy.
I am obviously not the first dog in this rodeo. I am not even the first corgi. These people seem to get me. They also seem to get me confused with the thing they call the Max. And then there …
It’s Monday: a new week, a new year
I woke up this morning with three extra pounds of holiday cheer. My hot husband calls his the Christmas wreath. I’d made it to Hawaii and back with nary a gain. We’d run almost every day and the indulgences, while …
Coffeeshop, Honey Pot
The couple in the corner is in a hard discussion. “Girl, you need to get out,” she spews. “Don’t be a stereotype! Don’t push out another perfect child to complete his perfect little life.” And then with an air kiss …
Hot wife demands corgis
It’s a Sunday. My flight has been canceled and we’ve been drinking. Drinking and talking. These are things the Reeds do well. Exceptionally well. There we were: me sitting uncharacteristically still at the bar, he pacing the floor in front …
Wenches throwing wrenches
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m always throwing wrenches in our life.” “Never apologize,” says he. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever been with that has her own wrenches to throw.” Too many houses, too many cities. Norfolk, Nashville, Norfolk, New …
Wake Me Up
Feeling my way through the darkness Guided by a beating heart I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start They tell me I’m too young to understand They say I’m caught up in a …
Octavia, you bitch
And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, “Oh there you are! I’ve been looking for you.” ~ Anonymous What the fuck did you do to me? ~ Sarah Ok, so perhaps we’ve talked about a threesome. …
