At Least They're Committed

…my left thumb under my fingers. When I’m really insecure both my thumbs disappear. Fetal position. I’m quite sure if they had an ultrasound in 1961 that’s what they’d see. Personalized by me. Nobody knows that, though. It’s not like they don’t know I’m insecure. Well, cuz maybe I’m not really. A lot of people Read more

My big boss had to take a call during our last staff meeting. We were, the five of us, sitting around the large white table in the middle of the office and, in hushed tones so as not to disrupt her call, we continued. “What ever happened about that cystic fibrosis press release?” I asked Read more

Trying to scream, trying to scream, nothing coming out until my husband shakes me and asks me if I’m OK. I gasp, awake. Awful, awful, trying to shake the images. . . I recalled to D and DSII later that morning in the car how I’d dreamed we were on a cruise, on the deck, with Read more

I embrace the missing slat in the verticle blinds because when I sit here and grin at my computer I appear sinister . . . one eye, bangs and my twisted smile with way too many gums. Heh. Yes, I KNOW I’m a little dark and I’ve come to realize that when I tweet sober it’s Read more

Squealing, laughing, clapping my hands and kicking my feet. I do, I do, I doooo recognize and embrace joy! But, hell yeah, Ellen’s right. My blog is depressing. I uuused to know how to write witty, funny stuff. Must, must, must figure out how to do it again! After all, this is for the grandchildren Read more

Yup. I for sure was going to write short stories on the Deadly Sins to practice my craft, but I’ve been busy and I DO have one started but there are so many more important things I have to do, such as Scrabble, and it’s been too easy putting it off. So I’ve been practicing Read more