I think I’ve said before that I consider myself perceptive. I like to think I have people’s number at first sight, and after I internally sum someone up I confidently tell The Rock what “I know” about the person. “Oh, they’re bluffing,” I often say about buffons, for instance. “All bark and no bite. Very [...]

These lovely and haunting photos came from my friend, Da Goddess, whose pictoral mastery inspired today’s PROMPT.   I don’t want to lead you so much this week, as I want these photos to elicit a reaction that you explore with a story or a poem.   So for PROMPTuesday #53 (Holy almost 100 sorta!), [...]

Despite resistance from my non-linear brain, I like to be organized. I despise clutter and for mental sanity, need everything in its place. However, nothing has a place in my home, because I am unable to classify stuff. In addition, I am genetically engineering to be unorganized. Actually, I believe that my brain is not [...]

  (Top): Aaryn, Me. (Bottom): Jenn, Cheri, Jamie, Kate.   So last year around this time, I didn’t know many people online. And because I tend to shun attention, I didn’t put myself out there. Too shy. Insecure. Nervous about my sensible shoes. But then, Cheri invited me to attend Kate’s house for the Bossy [...]

He was the first I knew of romantic love. Those beginning hours and days, for that’s all it turned out to be in truth, imposed a gentle panic on my life. When would I see him again? Does he really love me? Is he coming back? I drank up every single saccharin word he blabbered, [...]

  Toots says “Happy Earth Day, everybody!”   …And she also says:   Happy Beak Heart Day!     And…   Happy Graffiti Spider Femme Day!     Also…   Happy Picasso Day!     In addition and finally…   Happy LoveBob BoobHead Day!    

I don’t know that this qualifies as a travel adventure per se, but I was in another country when it happened, so I’m going with it.   It was the eve of my 19th birthday and my crazy, crimped-haired friend, Shana, decided we must celebrate in Mexico. Tijuana to be exact. Now, we’d been to [...]

Have I done this one before? I’m way too tied up with my soy taquitos to check. Also, The Rock has raging infections in both eyes and I’m trying to nurse him back to health by sitting way over here at the kitchen table while berating him to wash his hands and not fling bacteria [...]

So Mel and I are coordinating a national Mom’s Nite Out here in San Diego on Thursday, May 7 and it’s going to be so cool, you won’t believe it. There will be coolness and hawtness and more coolness and super awesomeness and all that and now we just need to find out who is [...]

Does anyone know what Elijah did when he left Babylon? Because again I randomly smiled at some moonbar in Starbucks this morning, and got an Elijah reference in return.   What happened was I’m just sitting there, being my friendly and tolerant self, which I must stop immediately, and after spotting a wild Buffalo Bill [...]

We loved dive bars, the old geezers, dollar drafts, gummy pool tables. Most weekends, we’d visit somewhere else, the earlier, the better, and make new best friends with the characters who peppered the naugahyde. There should’ve been plaques above each seat with the names, bronzed and indelible. Because nothing much changed from bar to bar. [...]

This week, I wanted to return to the first line prompt, because I’m feeling all fictiony and sublime and I have no idea what that means, so ignore me.   Still here?   Oh good! I love you people.   Here’s PROMPTuesday #51: Please finish the story begun with these sentences:   She lifted the [...]

Spring does this to me every time.   I think I hate it — since I much prefer darker days, less blue and more atmospheric fretfulness than Spring cheerfully delivers. Actually, Autumn is my season — the Autumns of butternut squash, soups and breads and books taken to read before the fire. Spring? Bleh. Too [...]

The other night I lay in bed quite unable to sleep. Nothing was wrong, as it usually is when I wake up in the middle of the night, no racing heart or sweaty boobs, I just couldn’t sustain drowsiness and so awoke at one a.m. open-eyed and bushy-tailed. And then I did what I always [...]

  Because I’m late today, I kept it easyish. This one comes from my friend, Paul, with whom I’ll be attending a weekly writing coach meeting, but that’s neither here nor there*.   Paul’s idea is to riff on the popular six-word memoir idea captured eloquently in this book here. So just like it’s asked [...]

I’ll have PROMPTuesday up tomorrow morning. This evening, a complicated algorithm involving tart frozen yogurt destroyed by Agave Nectar (next time use plain honey) topping, an illegal smiley face drawn on an orange ottoman and dark shadows moving about my sinister bedroom last night, lowered my energy level enough to preclude an early PROMPT posting. [...]

Me: The car is running a little funny.   Him: How do you mean?   Me: It sounds corroded.   Him: Like how?   Me: Like it’s riding rough and uneven and weird. Also, it doesn’t start right up in the morning.   Him: Well those are two separate issues. One could be the battery, [...]

As a rule, I’m generally against chicken’s rubbery bits, but if it’s smothered in cheese, it can’t be all bad, right?

I’m so guilty of this.

Extremely hysterical Twitter parody.

I’m in Starbucks sitting next to a crazy loon, and as such, I find myself wondering how I would know if this guy might go batnuts and perpetuate some kind of violence upon my person.   How will I know? So far, he’s just sat in the chair next to mine and when I moved [...]

************************************Interlude**************************************** I have a problem. I am keeping house with two sinus-infected-and-spewing hooligans and sleep has not been aplenty. As such, please disregard me and my bizarre forthcoming allusions to Central American indigenous peoples. ************************************************************************************   I’ve been meaning to tell you that I tried out a new recipe I made up. And the reason [...]

  I don’t normally do book reviews — and with good reason as you may come to find — but when Barrie Summy asks me to do something, I cannot refuse. So it is in good faith and crossed fingers that I embark upon my very first book review, the format of which I will [...]