startswithanx | March 5, 2009
If you were to peak into our windows around 6:30 p.m. during the work week — this isn’t an invitation — you would see Jake and I shouting answers at Alex Trebek that are usually on par with a Hail Mary football pass.
It’s become somewhat of a nightly ritual that’s still taking some adjusting because [...]
startswithanx | December 2, 2008
Seven years ago this month my dear friend Samantha called with news I didn’t believe. News I’d heard before. News me, her parents and children all prayed would come, but stopped holding out for. She told me she was sober.
“Uh huh. For how long?”
“One week.”
“Call me when it’s been one month. Better yet, make it [...]
startswithanx | November 6, 2008
I’ve been meaning to post this ever since my dear, well-meaning boyfriend, Jake, bestowed me with this lovely card on our two year anniversary. I didn’t think anything of the word “girlfriend” but as soon as I saw the word “sister” I flinched. Then, I opened the card and read the poem inside that bears [...]
startswithanx | October 6, 2008
Jake went to a strip club over the weekend. I knew he’d go because he went to a wedding and the bachelor party was a couple days before the guy’s big day.
Prior to the weekend, my rule on strip clubs was that they’re permitted ONLY during a bachelor party. From there, the rules got tricky. [...]
startswithanx | September 3, 2008
I’ve never understood the weight loss quick-fixers. Ya know, the people who sport track marks from all their B-12 shots. The ones who fell to their knees and bellowed out “NOOOOOOOOO!” when Phen-Fen was banned. The folks who consider a colonic part of their beauty regime.
All they want is to lose weight. But yesterday isn’t [...]