Author Archives: supersonicmonica

My Jeep sits in his driveway. The headlights cast a stern, disapproving glare at me. I stand barefoot on the warm concrete. Our eyes meet for the first time in months, and a warm glow envelops me. My steely resolve is now cheap grocery store taffy. His icy blue gaze measures me… Evaluating? Judging? IContinue reading “Chapter 78: Zombiedude”

Is there anything better than adult children? My daughter rides shotgun as we bounce along in my yellow Jeep, whose bumper advertises to the world that I am HYPRR. Five months now I’ve been recreating my life, and the results are pretty amazing. Two enthusiastic thumbs up. I am a woman possessed with building anContinue reading “Chapter 77: The Bad Idea”

The wind blasts my hair into my face and I push it back with my hands “AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I yell into the blazing summer sky. It’s the first car I’ve ever really chosen, and I got so picky about it that the ony one available in the entire continental United States was in Cincinnati and hadContinue reading “Chapter 76: It’s All My Fault… well, at least 86.5%”

I don’t know if I’m being a savior or a little shit.   I sit across the table from Prepdude.  Same beautiful blue gaze.  He holds my hands in his. I feel the chemistry, but know not to fall for it. But I can’t leave him alone right now, I just can’t.  I was with himContinue reading “Chapter 75: The Return of Prepdude”

piff piff piff my feet hit the pavement in little puffs of dust. God, I love running. When I was first going through the process of divorce, I was running six to ten miles a couple times a week. I was lean and mean then, now I feel like I’m dragging this dead yak ofContinue reading “Chapter 74: Back In The Saddle”

“Is this damn snow ever gonna quit?” A Wisconsin cliche from the well-dressed businessman sitting next to me. Total Chatty Cathy. Meh, that doesn’t work, try again, Monica. Chatty Chip, there it is. Chattery like a chipmunk. This guy would talk to a chunk of granite strung out on Xanax. But he’s fun, and weContinue reading “Chapter 73: One Tiny Domino”

I’m tooling down the highway on the kind of winter day in which the sun is reflecting so hard off the snow you can see veins when you close your eyes. Forget California, Wisconsin is where you REALLY need sunglasses. “DON’T MAKE ME CLOOOOOSE ONE MORE DOOOOR, I DON’T WANNA HUUUUUURT ANYMOOOOOORE” shit what areContinue reading “Chapter 72: The Labrea Tardude”

I perch at the edge of a 40 foot precipice. They want me to do what??! No! I turn back. My butt is tingling with that weird feeling only people with acrophobia know. But I will conquer! My head spins, I’m dizzy with adrenaline and drunk with the euphoria of accomplishing something I have wantedContinue reading “Chapter 71: How To Build an Mpire”

This damn chair is freezing my ass. I clutch a cup of watery coffee for dear life and wonder how many cups of this tepid brew will get me any caffeine whatsoever. I’m never gonna wake up. “Hi, my name is Monica.” “Hi, Monica.” Eleven of us sit in these godawful frigid folding chairs inContinue reading “Chapter 70 It’s Not What You Think”

Ralph Lauren is having a bad day. Skirts, pants, tops, preppy styles and conservative lengths all go sailing out of my closet. I’m mining through depths of clothing as if the answer to life, the universe and everything simply must be in the back hiding from me like a deranged clown doll under all theContinue reading “Chapter 69: Pain Powered”