convos with strangers

conversations with strangers #132


The sun flooded the sidewalks, the humidity was low, Friday beckoned. I was on my way home from work and saw a guy walking his bike veer off to the side. His maroon shirt matched his bike and then I passed him and re-concentrated on my audiobook.

I made a last minute decision to stop at the local convenience store to grab a carton of ice cream to celebrate surviving the stressful week. As I got to the cash register, Mr. Maroon Shirt was perusing the aisles.

Wasn’t he headed in the other direction before?

What an odd coincidence.

I hope it’s a coincidence.

I committed his buzz cut, his light eyes, his stubbled cheeks, his slight build, average height to memory as I handed over cash to cover my purchases. As I headed out, I threw another glance over my shoulder and decided against putting the ear bud back in my ear.

The sunshine drenched evening didn’t match with the feeling in my gut.

Another glance over my shoulder showed he was empty handed and pushing his bike in the same direction I was headed.

I ducked down the driveway between my apartment and the one next door in a vain hope of not showing him where I live. Two guys from my building (both in their 60s) were strolling up the driveway and we exchanged quick “hello how are you’s.” Once past them and with no one else in view, I dashed to the back door of my apartment building and let myself in with shaking fingers.

I suppose this is why you’re taught not to talk to strangers.


friday thoughts

Honeysuckle drenched summer nights.

I love this book + its audiobook.

This iphone charger is my favorite.

This series of books by Linda Grimes is so consistently hilarious and well written and I want everyone to read them.

“The pain won’t lessen in intensity, but will lessen in frequency.” Here’s to an unusual healing style.

A father’s thoughts on HAMILTON, the musical + making his teen daughter’s dream come true.

My kingdom for tickets to HAMILTON.

This recipe might be the one that gets me to try zoodles. If only I had that gadget to help.

Plan C coming together for upcoming international travel.


Today, for the first time in exactly 7 weeks, I walked all the way to work.

convos with strangers

conversations with strangers #131


18 people milled around on the sidewalk. An open house was scheduled for 6pm. It was 6:20. A sunglass wearing guy strolled up a couple of minutes later.

Him: *smiles*

Me: *smiles*

Him: So, no agent yet?

Me: Nope. It’s starting to feel like college and the professor’s late for class and we’re just here waiting.

Him: *smiles*

Me: I’m not sure when time expires or when we give up on waiting.

He half shrugged and we lapsed back into silence.

The initial interest, the non-enthusiasm of reality, the quiet silence, the singles waiting lonely outside. Local dating scene or local real estate scene?

Not sure if I should have asked him to grab a drink or to buy a condo together? Apparently I’m not good at navigating dating or real estate waters…


general, writing

write faster

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Point #2. Oh boy, #2. I write slowly. Really slowly. I’ve been working on the same novel since 2008. I’ve always wondered why the characters and the shape of the novel are always shifting – it’s because I, as their creator, am the one shifting.

I’ve always heard authors say “they’re the messenger” or “the characters take over” or some other nonsense I’ve never had happen, and so to hear it’s (actually. possibly. could be) all about the author and who she is and what she’s made of… it’s so obvious I couldn’t see it, but I LIKE THIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT, and so…

Fasten your seatbelt, Work in Progress, it’s go time.