I am trying to figure out how to transport a chicken stew – just enough liquid to incite disaster – to my parents’. It’s a thank you for watching my ornery cat for the life-changing two weeks while I was in LA, or maybe a thank you for permitting me a life-changing experience, I’m not…
Tag: short story
a glimpse (men seeing you)
A friend was visiting Brooklyn so we went to the bar down the street, which featured a band that was from down the street too. Six or seven tables were in front of them, three or four condensation-covered drink remnants on top of those, and someone cheeky drifting around in the middle of it all….
a snippet (acting class 1)
Once when I was doing a scene in an acting class in college, the teacher stopped us in the middle, waving her arms around. “KATIE!” she shouted, approximately four feet from me and eager to get my attention in a room she’d just silenced. Then, dropping down to standard volume: ” . . . Do…
What the Hell is On My Face? 