Diana R. Jones
Just a small town girl. Living in a lonely world.
A Man Out of Time
It’s been about a month now. I don’t belong here, I just don’t know how to leave. Where I am… when I am... whatever. It’s wrong.
The year was 2016 and I was a small town girl in New York with hopes of being a star. I was quickly closing out my sixth year in the city with very moderate success. Moderate might be the wrong word. I had been hired three times to speak. Every other role I’d ever taken either didn’t pay or had me stuck somewhere in the background for “background” or “atmosphere.”
Khan's Mongolian Barbecue
In the depths of South Minneapolis, past Eat Street, past the Midtown Global Market, past Minnehaha Creek, lies the sleepy neighborhood of Richfield. A straight shot, 20 minutes by car and maybe a 45-minute bike ride or bus ride from Downtown, straight down Portland Avenue a full 72 blocks from where the Derek Chauvin trial is happening, in this sleepy neighborhood, is my own little piece of heaven.
Luci-fur: The Black Demon
October 6th, 2020 is not a date I will forget any time soon. October 6th, 2020 was the day we rescued the most beautiful little panther in the world from her unfortunate lot. October 6th, 2020 was the day our little household became complete.
A Girl Can Dream, Right?
It didn’t feel real at all. I just couldn’t believe it was happening. I have no idea how we met, but he was in my phone as “William Cute Boy.” He was texting me about how excited he was about our date that night. I had completely forgotten about our plans, but luckily I hadn’t made any new ones. “Shit,” I thought, “I don’t even remember what this guy looks like!” I texted him, “What should I wear?” and he responded, immediately, “Don’t worry about it.” I frowned looking down at my phone. “What the hell do you mean by that?” I thought.
The Amazing Anita Miller
Anita Miller (or as I call you) Grandma Nini, I have no memories of you before your mind decided to go. I remember all of us as kids giggling as you’d read every street sign or billboard out loud about six times just trying to make sense of it. For all of this I apologize; as we didn’t know any better.
Easy Come, Easy Go
All my life I dreamed of being rich. Not financially stable. Not “well off” or “comfortable”. Never once did I dream of having a moderate sized house, cute husband, maybe a dog or something, and a Honda. I always wanted a luxury car and a personal driver, a mansion the size of the White House, a yacht or something… maybe a personal helicopter or train car… I never really knew what I wanted per se, I just knew that I wanted to be rich.