As Freud once said, “When work is a pleasure, life is a joy.” I often thought of that quote in the morning as I walked up the massive stairs to the vast Beaux-Arts style museum I called my office. Life at the museum was very different from the years I spent in various...

There is a particular brand of depression you experience when you have to move back in with your parents.  At the tail end of college, Kate got lots of promises from professors and advisors, thay her years of studying esoteric and philosophical subjects would...

It was another day in a long chain of hot summer days spent inside helping her mother cook. Alice was a perfect daughter, or so she continually told herself. Although she didn't particularly help with the preparation of meals, per se, she did keep her mother company...

Vibrations are odd things. Alone in her room at fifteen, Charlotte played for herself. She played because no one was home and she could take the towel from over the strings and just play. No inhibitions, no holding back. The cello swelled with sound, and the walls of...

That morning, after we fucked, Amy told me that she had a crush on a boy. I was still half asleep as she sat on the edge of the bed and slowly slipped on her bra. I watched as she fumbled a bit with the tiny bent clasps. She was a pouting princess sometimes. There was...

Truth be told, Elise didn’t even really like him. That’s not to say she wasn’t already wet when she got off at his subway stop and climbed the familiar stairs into the lingering evening sun. She hadn’t been to his apartment in weeks. She hadn’t walked through the...