At Least They're Committed

I was recalling earlier today the woman in the waiting room at the doctor’s office when my mom frantically hustled me in for the fever and abdominal pain I was suffering from at age 16. The pain came and went, but the sickness showed all over me. There were many people waiting to see the… Read more

“It’s heinous.” “Yeah! I know, right? Where ya been? Coming to visit for St. Paddy’s Day? My grandma’s birthday and my aunt’s birthday . . . big day for my family. Woohoo!” “Right. Hope it’s a nice weekend.” “You going to be here? No? Wondering, now, on FB if anyone other than Tom remembers that… Read more

Granted the day did not start so hot. I had weird freaking work dreams all night and when I dragged my sorry ass out of bed after hitting the snooze twice, I still could have sworn it was the middle of the night and I must have acted as if I were sleep walking because… Read more

I feel funky today, as if drugged or something but I’m not drugged. I can’t decide whether I feel good or bad, but at least I feel something, I guess. I drove in because this afternoon/evening I need to take photos before a basketball game in another town that I won’t name because 1. I… Read more

In the quiet of my bedroom I can scream “Ah-SHIT!” when I sneeze all I want. One more family tradition ready to be passed on. It’s bedtime as I write this and my neck has a crick in it from arching my body over Dez and chatting while he takes his bottle. It might say… Read more

Demon Spawn stands on the landing between the first and second floors, the head and torso of a skeleton in one hand, a leg in the other; tattered pieces of fabric are laced through his fingers. “Mina got your dead guy,” he says, holding it up so I can better see it in the hallway… Read more