cause your sex takes me to paradise

I've been working two full-time jobs lately. One writing, one falling in love. And as much joy that I take in being a professional Writer... the second job is why I've been so scarce. I actually took the D train to Brooklyn for the first time the this week. Anthony and I decided this is a more practical choice from time to time opposed to an $80 return cab fare. Although, as my boyfriend puts it, "40 bucks each way to get us to each other in...

open a book. turn the page.

For the past 11 months, my notebooks have been in a suitcase locked away. Not the ones that are in my handbag filled with blue ink, of course. But my history. I took such an emotional and psychological beating over a three year period, that I shut off one of the most important parts of me. Sure there's a lot of my words floating around here on this site, but they aren't inky. Ink is and will always be what flows through my veins. My blood line....

my hot boyfriend

There's an ongoing joke between my people and I about my ex husband collection. How I never date, I just get married. I think the last time I had a boyfriend was in high school. So now, finally, at 37 years old - I have a boyfriend. An exceptionally hot boyfriend, in fact. My boyfriend's parents are from Italy, he has four siblings like I do and he's quite fond of the puppies. He and I have plenty of jokes about how I've been to Brooklyn more...

brooklyn. still.

Last Friday night I tossed the puppies in a cab and zoomed off to Brooklyn to see someone I haven't stopped thinking about since the day we met. I got home Monday morning. My heart was caged for a long time. I've galavanted around briefly with a few suitors, written some poems, fallen in love with the idea of falling in love - over and over. However, happily, I can finally say that I'm in a place past words. Most of my words recently are being...

brooklyn

I always have jokes about Brooklyn. How me traveling outside of Manhattan involves me "leaving the island". The fact that my world is a cozy four-block radius pocket of midtown; anywhere that I can't get to on foot is essentially far. Seldom, I cross waters to visit Brooklyn. I have tribal members in the Williamsburg and Green Point areas. But truth be told, I don't visit as much as I should. Now, to everyone's disbelief, I've paired up with a...

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