At Least They're Committed

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

Hahahahaha! Oh, ouch. My head! It’s the annual retreat weekend and that means the team is locked away in a Chicago hotel brainstorming . . . and drinking Woodford Reserve and beer and I’m here drinking wine and Brian and I are texting and drunk texting and now, in the morning, I’m reading over what… Read more

He walks into my room and immediately heads to the window, peering out to ensure nobody is peeking into the second floor and that his entrance has gone unnoticed. He draws the curtains, which I don’t understand because it’s 9 p.m. and it’s dark on all sorts of levels, but when he lights up the… Read more