I’m on I-5 heading south to pick up a water polo team of Muscovy ducklings. Along for the ride is Evelyn, who’s in the backseat playing a dinosaur app on her tablet, and Dave, who’s listening to the Mariners play the Kansas City Royals in the first inning. It’s T-minute 11 minutes until the littleContinue reading “The Sauntering Seven”
Category Archives: Writings
Excuse Me, Ma’am
As the first person at a garage sale, you can imagine my excitement at seeing rows of goodies stacked higher than professional basketball players’ heads. Before I’d even exited the car, I’d already eyed a pallet wall hanging I planned on grabbing, I popped out the door before Dave had stopped the car with anContinue reading “Excuse Me, Ma’am”
Great Balls Of Fire
I sift through stories of the day like squinting at a crystal ball; Which to tell, why, and what is their value? I impulsively bought a 4-lb tub of Atomic Fireballs for the office a couple of days ago. Lining the base of my monstera plant are seven of the plastic-covered mini red planet-looking candies,Continue reading “Great Balls Of Fire”
Writing Exercise: A Pair Of Shoes
The teacher glanced at the room conspiratorially as my chest and face heated to a boiling point. She dangled the cat’s nose pink strappy slippers from a single finger, “Whose are these?” At no peep out of myself or my classmates, the white flag surrender sway of the shoes increased to the speed of aContinue reading “Writing Exercise: A Pair Of Shoes”
Case Of The Mondays
I’m not a fan of the word job, or what it means when I have a job to do. Take writing, for instance; usually, it’s a beautiful retreat in the Catskills at a riverfront AirBnB fit with a hot tub, 500-thread count sheets, and a squeak-less porch swing. But for some reason, today, writing is work.Continue reading “Case Of The Mondays”
Pop Pop Fizz Fizz
I want a pair of cute pajama bottoms—maximum softness and appealing color scheme matter. The red plaid jailbird ones I folded and stuffed in the drawer for the 500th time today have got to go. I wish I were younger when my aunt took me to the fabric store and sewed whatever I picked out.Continue reading “Pop Pop Fizz Fizz”
Live And Let Die
Imagine riding a free-wheeling brake-less bike downhill. The grip on the handlebar tires the muscles in your hands, and no matter how hard your eyes dart, a bump and pebble on the asphalt will inevitably send you end over end. I tried calming and settling myself, but even while having close friends over, I couldn’tContinue reading “Live And Let Die”
Hush Hush
“At dinner, Sheila Rae made believe that the cherries in her fruit cocktail were the eyes of dead bears, and she ate five of them.” How do you feel about this line from the children’s book our dear friend Jeff read to our sweet two-year-old daughter this evening? Where once the story droned in theContinue reading “Hush Hush”
Dragon Turds
I’m feeling lazy and vulnerable, so I’m scanning my email inbox for already written past stuff to copy and paste here. But then, I had to read this dang quote by Anne Lamont to snap me back to being accountable. “You either start now, or it is not going to happen for you, and youContinue reading “Dragon Turds”
Adulting 101: Meh Moments
I hate Costco. There I said it. Throw your sticks and snub your nose. I can take it. Once upon a time, Costco was my garden of Eden. A magical universe that stored behind its bold red lettering an airplane carrier full of items I needed to be mine; rugs, pillows, pans, bowl sets, solarContinue reading “Adulting 101: Meh Moments”
Going On 40 