Dearest The Rock: I know you’ll read this, so I thought I’d put it here. As you know, I’ll be gone this evening, and if I don’t write these things down when the mood hits me, I may never get to it. And things need to be said. But first of all: you’re…Continue Reading
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Monster on My Wing
Mommy Pie’s leaving for Hawaii tomorrow and wrote a post about how she’s nervous to travel, being that she’ll be away from her daughter for five days. And what a coincidence that was, since I planned to also write a post about an upcoming trip and why I’m afraid to travel (hint: has nothing to…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #15: One Word Says It All
New to PROMPTuesday? Welcome! Find out more here. Meanwhile, today’s writing prompt is going to be simple (in name only). Write about deception. Whatever that means to you. Can be fact or fiction. As always, here are PROMPTuesday’s rules: You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal…Continue Reading
Never the Same Since
The spider entrenched on my patio door provided an apt metaphor. Its metallic legs dug into my screen, seemingly attempting a break-in. I watched its bulk from the corner of my eye as I dialed number after number into my boyfriend’s pager. I’d been collecting these phone numbers for months. Either I’d seen them appear…Continue Reading
The Line-Up
In the neighborhood coffee shop… Balding Man with glasses, early 50s, wearing casual clothes in the manner of someone not used to wearing casual clothes, sits unnaturally erect and makes several phone calls to people along the lines of, “How can you be watching the baby and sleeping at the same time?” and “Hey!…Continue Reading
The Ebbing and The Flowing
Last night, on the way home from a movie, The Rock and I mused about creativity. A Matchbox 20 song played on the radio, and The Rock called it “formulaic,” and I responded that all of their songs are that way, even if I do enjoy them. He semi agreed, but said that 10 years…Continue Reading
Where’s Caylee?
Please read about Caylee from Bird on a Wire. Maybe someone knows where she is or has information about her disappearance. Thank you.
The GABA Complex
Yesterday, propelled by a PMS cosmetics buying binge, I purchased some “wrinkle-reducing” face powder, my latest must-try in an arsenal of age-denying make-up products. The label doesn’t describe exactly HOW it reduces wrinkles, which I’ve always found a little suspect, but whatever it does is “time-released” and cumulative. I did see something named “Gaba…Continue Reading
Spreading It
Guess who’s starting the downward PMS spiral? My God! Can we go one month without the steel trap of hormonal hell clasping my — what? endocrine system? fragile brain? pseudo-together life carefully constructed with smoke and mirrors? Only my turbo extra strength PMS can make a grown man cry. And so I thought it’d…Continue Reading
Coming Up
I went ahead and drank the Pero again, because I craved something coffee-like. But in my haste I forgot all about how Pero is used as a lobotomy anesthetic, and now I’m Pero-lyzed. So please accept this list of stuff I’m going to write about soon, but not now: My toilet and its…Continue Reading
Brushing Up On the Basics
Toots, a confirmed nightmare-haver, cornered me in bed a few mornings ago and told me she’d had a good dream for once. Being 6:30 in the morning, I didn’t immediately share her excitement, but she could barely contain herself, so I indulged her story. Turns out this dream started with her little sister, Booger,…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #14: Use Your Ears
I’m a big fan of using music for writerly inspiration, and so I thought I’d try that here, with you. To evoke your own inspiration, listen to the song here, then write the pictures that appear in your mind. You don’t need to craft an entire paragraph, although of course you can. Rather, let…Continue Reading