“I am not wearing this dress,” I said and walked into my living room. Walsh let out a slow whistle. “Gross, you’re my brother.” “It does look good on you,” Mika added. […]

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Walsh asked. I shook my head.  “Of course I’m not,” I answered, “but I have to.” He nodded and pushed the bundled stack […]

  I did write Stellan that letter like the cab driver suggested.  I folded it up, put it in an envelope, and placed it on my kitchen counter. It’s now two weeks […]

  After seventy-two plus hours of not hearing from Stellan, I hauled my ass to a bar with Mika so I could sit and wallow in the comfort of a martini glass. […]

  “You’ve reached Stellan.  Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” Sighing, I hung up the phone and dropped it onto the counter of my […]

  I sat up and stared at my phone into the wee hours of the morning.  I had spent ninety percent of that time shedding tears in sadness and in anger.  I […]

  I stood in Stellan’s kitchen quietly stirring a sauce he had tasked me with while he was pounding away at a carcass of pour cow.  “You know that piece of meat […]

  “Well hell,” Walsh said. “Well hell?” I asked into the receiver.  “That doesn’t sound very exciting and it doesn’t sound like you’re happy for me.” “I’m completely happy for you baby […]