This is a little conversation I had with my boyfriend via text this morning (is it still okay to call someone in their mid-forties your “boyfriend?”). He is in the Pacific Northwest for work this week and his mother sent him a request.
I think that it is self explanatory, except for one inside joke that he references. It has to do with the fact that, a few years ago, my mother used to refer to the entire internet as “The Email.” I think we have her trained out of that now. She may still think that Bluetooth headsets are what people are referring to when they talk about “ear-pods,” but I’m not sure. I’ll have to check in with her about that one.
I know what you are thinking, and you are correct: we ARE assholes.
I am a writer, ceramic artist, knitter, and stepmom. As a playwright, I had six short plays produced in showcases and festivals in Manhattan, Salt Lake City, and Austin. My full-length play, Locking Doors, was presented by Wordsmith Theatre Company in The New Lab Theatre (University of Utah) in 2005. I co-wrote a teleplay titled “Thank God I’m Atheist” which won the 2015 “No God But Funny” contest founded by the Center for Inquiry. My short nonfiction essay, “It’s Coming Down,” was published by the online literary magazine Halfway Down the Stairs. My essay "The Red Rock Chronicles" was published in Contemporary West magazine. I currently work in pharmaceuticals professionally and write recreationally, but dream of making the transition to write professionally and do pharmaceuticals recreationally. I am a Utah native and live in Salt Lake City with my family and our Goldendoodle. I am working on a collection of humorous non-fiction essays and a second full-length play.
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