Friendsgiving Stories

After leaving the hall bathroom Lisa and I casually said our goodbyes over the next several minutes. When I talked to Jose, he smirked and laughed, “It’s like riding a bike.” When Lisa and I entered my rental car, we made out like two horned-up high school kids. Our hands began to roam over each other's bodies when I finally told her, “Let's go to your place.” Ten minutes later we entered her house where she led me straig...

I was dreading the trip back to my hometown to visit my family. It was the first holiday season as a divorced man, and I was sure I’d be peppered with under-the-breath questions from various family members. In years past, when I was married, my ex and I would alternate Thanksgiving and Christmas between her family in Dallas and my family in Oak Valley. Traveling with three young kids from San Diego was a big ordeal and ex...