“I don’t need it to freeze. Driving in at four AM would not be cool” The white-aproned man sets the roast beef on the scale. “You live up the hill?” I ask him as I, too, am concerned about the steep decline. He nods. “This is my first year with ducks.” I tell him, feelingContinue reading “I’m Late, I’m Late”
Category Archives: Writings
Cliffhangering
I need a coffee recall button. After returning to the playroom twice, and the upstairs bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen thrice, I was still cup-o-joe less. The innovation, perhaps a little sticker button that would go woo-oo-woo-oo after a minute of inactivity, would be as significant and life-saving as a locating beacon on a submarine. IContinue reading “Cliffhangering”
Young Love
In third grade, my boyfriend was Trevor Gibson. When he played wall ball at recess, I played ponies on the four-square court. Ponies is basically what it sounds like; a few girls and I pretended to be horses. One day when I got locked up in a pretend barn stall, I told someone I neededContinue reading “Young Love”
Burning Down The House
“Your cabin is torqued.” James, our contractor-turned-friend, told Dave and me pre-covid about our ocean getaway. Maybe, he said, it’d collapse if he leveled it. Or perhaps it would be just fine—no way to know until after the dice were thrown. One night – before leveling – Dave, few-month-old Evelyn, and I arrived late inContinue reading “Burning Down The House”
Quittin’ Time
I’m distracting myself because writing feels like a job. A job I don’t want and one I have to wake up at 4 am to commute far too long to make barely enough money for the water bill. Since Thanksgiving is this week, I’m thinking about gratitude. And how I’m not the best at it.Continue reading “Quittin’ Time”
Somewhere With You
Heading to Toronto, riding the rails. Strands of lights under eaves brighten the shadows. I step into the light of which I’m not. Oddly lovely are the people. A stranger in the cafeteria can’t cope with being known. That blonde, of course she sees, the hate within her like gun powder. A conveyor belt toContinue reading “Somewhere With You”
Tease The Day
On the drive home, my mind replays the countless stories of clients. It’s hard to tell which stories are my own. With the state of my mind bursting through a dam, I vent into a voice recorder on my phone. “This is why you follow the rules. When you go outside them, there’s no script.Continue reading “Tease The Day”
A Spot Of Tea?
The juice supplying creativity amounts to barely a drop; if served in a saucer, a mouse would say, “What kind of restaurant is this?” and then throw it to the floor. Not enough for the smallest vermin, not enough for me. The heater sounds like someone’s holding a note far past their lung’s capacity. IContinue reading “A Spot Of Tea?”
A Fraudulent Smile
Don’t try selling me anything unless you’re a cute little ringlet-headed child with a brown vest, red hat, and a box full of cookies. I’m like a bloodhound; I can smell the sell from a mile away. An enticing $59 price tag for exams, x-rays, and a cleaning, sent me to a local dentist forContinue reading “A Fraudulent Smile”
She’s A Small Wonder
A hard parenting night, the building up of work to-do’s, and a blank mind equally block the imagination’s flow. Right now, it’s a Kraken game that’s strangling my creative juices; a goal for the opposing team with 3.3 seconds remaining tied it up. And seconds into OT, they scored again. Sports stress me out. ButContinue reading “She’s A Small Wonder”
Going On 40 