True Love, Revisited
Everyone remembers their first true love. Well, maybe not true love, as in, requited…. Let me rephrase that. Everyone remembers the first unrequited love. It...
Cringeworthy, embarrassing tales.
Everyone remembers their first true love. Well, maybe not true love, as in, requited…. Let me rephrase that. Everyone remembers the first unrequited love. It...
It was a fairly uneventful Christmas, by most standards. I’ll be honest, my love of Christmas has dwindled down to a mere wicked flame, where...
I don’t often eat fast food. If I am desperate, or at the airport, maybe. I’m not a regular. Still, Burger King is sending me...
A friend of mine told me about an informal poll on Facebook. Her buddy wanted to know the truth: “What’s better at the end of...
“So… remember we talked about that gum surgery? Last time you were in?” “No,” I said. I don’t remember anything about that.” “I’m sure we...
Sorry…been awhile…You know how it is. Anyway, one of the things I was off doing was visiting my family. While searching for some towels in...
Everyone has a moment of reckoning. For me, it was a recent travel photo. “Holy shit,” I thought. “When did I get fat? What is...
I’d love to blame the fact that you haven’t heard from me on technical difficulties, but the truth is I always have technical difficulties. If...
“She so reminds me of my first girlfriend,” my friend said. “Really? In what grade?” I said, wondering how someone now could represent a memory...
Our guide’s hair was a bit wild, her eyes an unnerving pale blue. I think this is required if you are going to channel someone’s...
I call the blog “The Obtuse Angle” because I love the word “obtuse” and I like to poke fun at myself, even if I’m anything but simple. It’s my angle, a way for me to bring levity to the world. The blog is like traveling to the basement of my brain––the messy place, for less-polished, off-the-cuff musings.
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