All Posts By Jessica Abrams

Crazy Stupid Love

My last real boyfriend was named Jave, and we were together from 2000 to 2002. By “real” I mean, he didn’t exist solely as a product...

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Thank YOU, Donald Trump

You’ve been a blessing to this country. Sounds crazy. The idea that the apricot hell-beast (not my words, unfortunately — ones...

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How I Found My Way Back to Myself

This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series: Tits, Feathers, and a Bowl of Pasta I tried to re-assemble my life but nothing seemed to fit. The...

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Living the Lie of Domestic Tranquility

This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series: Tits, Feathers, and a Bowl of Pasta In retrospect I realize that my not having a boyfriend for all...

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My Escape from Genoa, the City of Sin

This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series: Tits, Feathers, and a Bowl of Pasta I filed the train statement away and after the show that...

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The Day I Started Dating an Italian Named Giovanni

This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series: Tits, Feathers, and a Bowl of Pasta Days passed, and romance blossomed. Of course, it wasn’t...

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Why I Became a Showgirl in Italy

In this creatively bleak époque, I was a modern dancer.

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I’m Engaged and No One is Going to Tell Me Different

I have news. I’m engaged. I know, right? I mean, you don’t know me, so you’re not familiar with my dating-slash-sexual history, but...

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Why Stalking Can Help You Get Over a Guy

I was doing some internet stalking the other night. It’s a habit that falls somewhere between nail-biting and mainlining, in the sense...

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I am swimming in a sea of estrogen deprivation and wearing a designer life vest

These days I’ve been thinking a lot about choices. How you make a choice to do something that leads you down a specific path, only to be...

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