I believe in signs from the universe. But I don’t look for them. No, really I don’t. They just pop up now and then and smack me upside the head. Or sometimes they are more subtle. Sweet, even. Lately I’ve been waking up to a different view. Windows wide open, the sunrise is my alarm clock. The dusty pinks gently tap on my eyelids until … Continue reading Sunrise and Strawberry Cake
We all heard it while growing up. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” What a wildly untrue statement. I’ve had my share of sticks and stones, and while they didn’t exactly break my bones, they hurt. But only for the moment. Words, on the other hand, cut like a knife “We’ve got to talk” “Thank you for your … Continue reading Immortal Words
The problem with poor eyesight is the inability to distinguish between a lint ball and a spider. In other news, my vacuuming skills have improved immensely. Continue reading Squints
A mediocre morning story. Not that the morning was mediocre, but the story definitely is. I made the world’s best cup of coffee (thank you French Press and Maui Cat), and settled into my chair. I pulled open my laptop and began to write. I became distracted by the beautiful view outside my window. One of the reasons Texans probably stay in this silly state … Continue reading A Mediocre Morning Story
I have almost been shot. Sort of. Twice. I suppose these two stories are somewhat dramatic. They are also somewhat funny. I was a kid, so I’m sure I didn’t look at them the same way a parent would. Speaking of that, Mom and Dad… you know about the first one. The second one I realize is news. Sorry about that. In the summer of … Continue reading Bang Bang (and a bonus raccoon)
She came to see me. Her smile was familiar, but something was different. Missing. She was clutching something wrapped in fabric resembling a quilt. She leaned forward and gently placed it in front of me. As I began unfolding the edges, I saw the broken pieces. Some were so damaged I barely recognized what I was looking at. I sighed. Who would do this? … Continue reading History, Advanced Art, and Biology 101
I want to click the heels of my dirty New York shoes together three times, and open my eyes to find I’m back on the stoop on 21st Street, sipping wine and watching the world walk by… Continue reading There’s No Place Like…
Peanut butter crackers. You know those square cheese crackers with peanut butter in the middle? The ones that are mostly salt and artificial flavors held together by lard? Well, if you were to open up a package next to a swimming pool, and someone did a cannonball next to you and soaked them. THAT is when they are the best. That sort-of-soggy, salty, peanut butter … Continue reading Learning To Jump
He leaned against the doorway and mused about skiing. How far away was the best snow right now? I remembered skipping school to go skiing. We chatted about powder and cheap lift tickets and raccoon-face tans. Then he brought up cross country skiing. There was a golf course he knew that converted to a cross country ski course in the winter, and wasn’t that cool? … Continue reading Playing Hooky
Recently, I “boosted” a couple of my blog posts to see how they would do out in the real (haha) world. The blogs reached (slightly) more people, and a handful “liked” and commented. Nothing earth-shattering. Then I got it. My first critic. Only this guy skipped over any real criticism and hurled an insult. He typed “Screw you”. He typed something else after, but I … Continue reading Screw You
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