The Song Chronicles: Storm Coming

Bill and I are supposed to go on a date that next day, but we don’t. I wake up feeling hungover and downtrodden, but still am expecting to go out with him. Knowing that he is a late-riser, I send him a text around 2 pm, “Hey, where shall I meet you?” The message goes…

Sandwiches, White Men & Cashiers — Oh My!

The Universe must be in a sandwichy mood because it seems to be the topic du jour. I’ve spent a good portion of my day laughing and assessing the case of a woman who, by her claims, is using creative sandwich recipes to receive an engagement ring from her beau. I’ve had enough assessing the…

The Song Chronicles: Wildest Moments

We don’t talk for about three days after that night. And as much as I thought that would bother me, it doesn’t. But doubts do start to creep in, and questions I cannot answer are plaguing me. where is this going? What do you want? Are you strong enough to tell him what you want…