For those of you who are not in the know, Ring Dings are chocolate cakes filled with white cream. They are similar to a Yodel or Frosted Hostess Cupcake. If I were to guess, I’d say the recipe for each of these delights is probably the same– same chocolate cake, same white filling, same chocolate [...]
originally published on Sara Cohen’s Wellness Blog
The first time I was in straitjacket, I was only three. Or maybe four. Strictly speaking, I’ve only ever been placed in a straitjacket once, as far as I can remember.
The house my family was living in at the time was a contemporary style with an open living room [...]
Growing up in the suburbs of northern New Jersey meant my adolescent social life essentially revolved around diners. Diners are great places for a cup of coffee and a few hours of doing nothing. I consistently ordered meals that came with a side order of coleslaw. For the most part, coleslaw in north jersey consists [...]
The last childhood birthday party I attended was for a kid named Vincent. He lived a few blocks down the street from me. Vinnie, as I believe he goes by now, had a big old house with a swimming pool. He was one of those semi-popular kids who tagged along with bullies but usually didn’t [...]
For many years when I was much younger, I only drank Top Milk. Even today, home for holidays and family functions, I’m accused of refusing to drink anything but. I’m sure there are a number of you wondering, “WTF is Top Milk?”
Being that my mother was a quasi-hippie-turned-yuppie, our house had the (mis)fortune of enjoying [...]
The first rule of fight club is that there are no rules. I learned this the hard way.
Back in the elementary school days, I found myself in a number of scuffles. Mostly these were the result of a few bullies not realizing that they shouldn’t pick on people bigger than themselves. Those playground [...]
originally published in The Anthologist, the literary journal of Rutgers College
“I met an old man today,” she said to me.
“What was his name?” I asked.
“He didn’t have a name. I called him Frank. We talked about sliced bread.”
“Why?”
“He never had it before. Frank said when he was younger, either you made your own bread or [...]
An earlier draft of this story was included in Belting Drunk, a collection I put together as a zine my senior year of college. I since revised the story and changed the title. The former title was “The Hollywood Hussy”. I once wrote a one act play entitled “Roses for Madison”, unrelated to this [...]
This story was included in Belting Drunk, a collection I put together as a zine my senior year of college.
Carli moved into the house across the street when we were both three. We played tea party and Barbie together because in return she would watch Voltron and Transformers with me. We watched at her [...]
originally published in The Anthologist, the literary journal of Rutgers College
On Tuesday nights I have bible study class. I heard it was a good place to meet people. One Tuesday night in early October, after eating alone at the Panama Diner, and drinking alone at Murphey’s pub, I found myself staring at the face of [...]