Snacks of Desperation

It's somewhere between 1 and 4 hours after dinner. I am sitting at the counter, writing. Minding my own business. And then it happens. Absolutely no warning (except for the fact that it happens every night). I'm starving, I know I haven't eaten in days hours, I am so desperate! I need chocolate, or something. … Continue reading Snacks of Desperation

Beleza Tropical

It's 1990, I am dating a musician (what's new?), he's a drummer (no offense to drummers but drummer's egos, no thank you) he's dropped the drum kit and is playing "percussion". I know, don't bother with the difference. If you're a "musician" there's a difference. Thankfully, he wasn't doing much live stuff - mostly studio, … Continue reading Beleza Tropical