All in non fiction
‘You’re such a tease’, is not an insult. It’s a compliment on your mysterious charm, your seductive allure. You offer the idea of a fun romp in the hay without the actual act of romping and the possibility of waking up disappointed, or worse, with regret.
So go on and tease me why don’t you.
I mean, theatrically of course.
I would like to honor and pay tribute to the fantastic female relationships on TV right now. I’d like to thank them for their service- to acknowledge both the dirty and clean laundry that they’ve strung on the line for us to accept and appreciate. After all, Emmy nominations are upon us. And this is one category long deserving of the podium. So without further ado, I proudly present to you; the 2020 nominees for the Best Female Friendships!
The Friendemmy’s!
Like, Friend Emmy’s.
Not frenemies.
So divine a fungus are they, that they’re much closer in relation to truffles than they are to other mushrooms with their earthy, nutty, and woodsy flavor. (Save those words for the next time you’re trying to describe a wine that you know nothing about).
Currently, dried morels go for upwards of $20 a pound. Why the high price? Odds are if you *buy* morels (Ha, chumps) the price accommodates for the fact that these mushrooms were sought out across miles of land and time to be hand foraged before they were brushed, beloved and brought to you.
And I’m Not Going to Pretend Otherwise’ or ‘A Comparison of Bowel Movements Between Human Females and Demodexmites’
The comedian extraordinaire takes a sharp pivot away from Betty Rubble of yabba-dabba-doo Flintstones to play the no-nonsense, seen-some-shit social worker Lisa Scheffer. Before I Know This Much is True, I hadn’t seen her in a role so far removed from the standard comedy. She gave incredible performances in feel-good movies like Sleepless in Seattle, Now and Then, and A League of Their Own. But the 90’s feel like they were over a thousand league-years ago.
A published piece in Angels Flight Literary West; “With a fanciful nod to magical realism, Tess Sullivan beckons us to join her on a provocative and imaginative journey. From her overcrowded street in Hollywood, she walks a short distance to a steep set of stairs, where she looks up at a beautiful world of hillside mansions that she reimagines as modern Narnia. She wonders what it would be like if she weren’t newly jobless and the wealthy had to gaze down at her neighborhood.”
