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Time to slay your own dragons, ladies.

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My first kiss was an unwanted one. I was seven years old when a boy named David pushed me up against the wall outside our apartment building. Forcing his mouth on mine, his breath, hot and fusty, something sickly sweet like apple juice and milk gone sour in his gut that made me squirm. I don’t remember seeing him as I ran with my brother and the other neighborhood kids through the empty lot next door, scrabbling over the toppled trees, slick with moss, tripping over the bramble of twigs and woodsy decay, but he must have been there, his knees as scratched and muddied as ours, before he caught up with me in the driveway that ran alongside and behind the apartment building. 
As usual I’d tagged along in my older brother’s shadow. Tag, hide and seek, cowboys and indians, the games kids used to play. Outdoors, up and down the streets, no watchful mommies on red alert. Ignoring our mothers’ warnings—don’t go into the woods, don’t go into the woods—we went into the woods, woods that in fact …

Where the Boys Are

Old flames, brief flings and flirtations, young loves and faded loves. Stories about the boys. 


The Name Game Randy

Surfing Lessons 


Waiting on a Friend  Derek (2)

E Ticket to Ride  Derek (3)

In the Cups Derek  Derek (4)

A guy, a girl and a GTO  Derek (5)

Curbed Derek (6)

On Sunset Derek (7)

Behind Closed Doors Derek (8)

The Walk   About a boy in Bandol [the beginning]

The Kiss   About a boy in Bandol [the middle]

Garlic & Gauloises   About a boy in Bandol [the end]


Leaving Home  A divorce story

The Sticky Hot Days of Summer




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