It's day three out of thirty something that my boyfriend is super far away. I've been frantically consulting my international family from bases including France and England while also reaching out to Colorado and Boston. I'm also trying to stay on the luthier's clock, which is six hours ahead of mine - at the moment. Rome time. Yesterday a Harlem associate came through to smoke cigars, drink Italian beer and talk about life. You just never...
Well, I survived the first day. It contained slews of international texts and concluded with a three hour Skype conversation. My general theory is that I'll break some time during week two. It's possible, however, with a trip to Rome in the making - it certainly takes a bit out of the sting. So does this song, I can't stop playing it. The luthier spun me around our midtown castle and whispered each word against my lips on Sunday morning. I...
The neighbors didn’t know if they loved or hated what they were hearing. But they definitely heard. Because the two of us weren’t quiet. Like, when I exhaled, the bed frame rattled. And when he whispered, the floor vibrated. And the entire time, we smoked and drank espresso. There was nothing in the refrigerator, except for dark chocolate (90%!) and champagne. I always kept a fresh glass of water on the night table, the one on my side of the...
Namaste blah-g tribe Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I don't really say that often, good days, maybe - best days? Not so much. My best day involved a 24-hour stint with the apparent love of my life; wandering around Manhattan, feeding each other dark chocolate, watching hours pass from park benches and swapping secrets in international ways. My favorite part of the day was in my midtown abode, roped in braids of sweat, being...
Out of all the jokes I crack about being a shit girlfriend but an amazing wife, there's certainly some truth to it. Early in my writing career, I had a very brilliant mentor - a lovely Australian man around 70 years old back then. When he introduced me to people, he would say "Meet Gretchen, she's hard and fast." Some people would give me dirty looks when he said this, others would stare at me blankly with a crooked nod. But he was right, I am...