The Right Brand of Wrong

Over New Years we were sitting in a little wine bar up in New Hampshire having tapas when Walt and I spotted an attractive couple about our age.  Like us, they were unusual in that they appeared to be madly in love with one another. So different than the other wilted...

For the Birds

Being an introvert, I need a lot of time to my self.  I spend most mornings happily surrounded by a pack of dogs and the quiet. I read, think, and write. Even with Walt present, I can be alone.  He has similar rhythms. We can lose entire days to our books...

Green Eyed Monster

In Iran, my girlfriend Susan and I were due to have babies at about the same time.  Her sexy husband—the one who, according to Susan, spent his nights thinking of inventive ways to drive her wild with passion, and his days selling stolen Kuwaiti cars on the black...

The Female Escape Route

“You know,” my boyfriend said one night over a lovely dinner. “Once my contract’s up at NIH, I should really start thinking about going home to Iran.” He said this casually, as if offering up a random observation, not dropping a ticking time bomb square in my lap....