Beth Mann's Page

You’re arguing with one of your closest friends and you never argue. After 15 years of friendship, you rarely even debate. But there you are, several years ago, on an icy night in Brooklyn, at the doorway of her apartment building, yelling. You won’t remember about what.



Perhaps she is starting to feel the pressure of your move to her hometown of New York City. She didn’t realize how much help you would need and… Continue

1. We Stopped Bagging our Own Groceries

Perhaps it was different where you came from, but where I grew up, we worked with the cashier. It was our food after all and besides, it saved time for you, the cashier and the poor sap behind you. Now people mindlessly stand there,…

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Amanda dreams of riding undulating silver worms in the desert. She is wearing ornate filigree glasses and talks with Egyptian women, somehow knowing the language. She has wild orgies with ever-changing partners. She is suddenly a man, then back to a woman, then a man again. Body parts are made of dazzling metal, hot… Continue

The Brothers are a rag tag crew of 3 young guys at the end of the street that have adopted me into their family. While I’m grateful to get a sense of what real brothers feel like, they often try my patience with their sheer idiocy…I mean, youthful ramblings.



A “hot topic” that is… Continue

(above) My friend Beth crying Daily Bullshit Tears combined with Tears of Elation after finding out she wouldn't be held entirely responsible for her recently deceased husband's tens of thousands of dollars worth of hospital bills.





Have you cried today? This week? This lifetime? Crying is our internal pressure valve, providing relief when there's seemingly none in sight. An emotional and baptismal waterfall. A simple way to… Continue