We reminisced on love, friendship, and loss.
As we hugged goodbye, his hand dipped below the small of my back, firmly cupping flesh.
Turning to look for his taxi, he quipped:
17 September, 2013
A street in Portland, OR
A very honest and often comical view into the ins and outs (pun intended) of living and loving as a fiercely independent woman. If you spend any time around me, chances are you'll end up in the stories, so be warned. I change the names to protect the guilty, but I write with a candor that alarms some and charms others.