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.…Continue Reading
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PROMPTuesday #51: Gonna be Startin’ Something
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…Continue Reading
You Made Me Love You
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…Continue Reading
You Probably Won’t Like Me Anymore After This
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…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #50: A Life in Six Words
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…Continue Reading
It’s On Its Way!
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.…Continue Reading
Different Worlds
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,…Continue Reading
How Will I Know?
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…Continue Reading
Mish Mash in More Ways Than One, Just Like The Maya Liked It
************************************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…Continue Reading
Loving Frank: A Book Review
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…Continue Reading
Wading in the Morass
Here’s the thing about my purse: there is not just one thing. I could not sooner pull one item out of there then I could yank a rabbit out my ass. Stuff gets stuck together: socks intermingle with soy sauce packets, paperclips cling to handmade business cards by men (man) who ask(s) me out,…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #49: Pieces of Me
Hi-ho! Good to be here. Of course, my eyes water and the head swims from over-editing of businessy documents and such like, but I think I will survive with the creative salvation that is PROMPTuesday. So, this week, let’s look in our purses and billfolds, poppets. Pull something out. Tell a story about…Continue Reading
