Sugar fiend. (Part IV)

I was surrounded by selfish people at the dinner table. They called themselves my friends. Each of them self-centered, self-aggrandizing, blind to my struggle. Who wanted to hear about Jill’s volunteer work with the hospice program? Those people were on their way out, nearing their expiration date. Life was for the living and the living […]

Sugar fiend. (Part I)

  There are things I don’t want to hear a man to say when he’s positioned between my legs. “It’s thick in there all right. More like ricotta than cottage cheese though.” That was my gynecologist’s professional assessment of the yeast infection that had led to my appointment. It was my third visit in two […]