She’s a poet and a bass guitarist, the coolest in my LA mommies group, and someday soon: a breakout late-in-life pop star. “I could be like a female Leonard Cohen,” she tells me one day at the park. She’s turning thirty-nine this year but...| Flash Frog
When we run out of nice things to say to each other, Gil and I watch TV like we’re each just a brain in a jar, sitting side by side. Except instead of brains we’re hearts. And by hearts, I mean sex…| Flash Frog
It starts snowing at eleven, soft flurries that turn thick by noon, the kind of snow Christmas movies recreate with shaved soap and synthetic chemicals. By one, the grass is covered, white powder b…| Flash Frog
