throw away your old bank statements

In the hidden depth of my blocked messages folder on Facebook remains an elephant graveyard of insults. A litany of accusations. Back and forth pleas to stop messaging, marked by “you think you’re better than everyone else” sentiments. I can’t even see the profile of the person in question. They, too, are blocked. And the…

You were my best friend

And now you aren’t. And what should I do about that? About the memories, and selfies, and the times that we called the other for no reason at all, except maybe to brag, or gag over what he’d said, or to stave off his advances or stall. You were my best friend. And now you…

When Harry almost met Sally

It actually perplexes me when the question is asked: can men and women be friends? I dunno. Can you keep yourself in check enough to not slather yourself on someone? Do you have enough self restraint? (I’m laughing saying this; you can, too.) A few years back, I met the wrong guy. I did. There’s no two ways…