At Least They're Committed

“Come walk with me,” he beckons. But I can’t. I shake my head, no. “Why not?” he’s slightly impatient. The sun is shining, I’ve been working for five consecutive hours, it would be good to get out in the December chill to awaken some perspective in me. “I’m afraid.” He already knows this. He also… Read more

Oddly enough I’ve found that the moments I feel weak, moderately insecure and even the slightest bit of dread often — upon being analyzed — seem to be in direct line with times I’ve been . . . bored. Alas! How ever shall I set about remedying this frightful condition? (That was rhetorical. Don’t feel compelled to… Read more

“Well, that was pretty harsh.” “Oh,” she looks up. “Hey! Haven’t seen you for a while.” He smiles, standing directly in front, hands in his coat pockets. “You haven’t needed to.” “So what’s up?” “Like I said, that was harsh.” “Oh, that? Sorry. Didn’t mean it to be. If there were any part of me… Read more

All right, Gabriel, here are the revisions. Yes, grandkids, I was being unkind because I’m extremely anti-smoking. But, yes, I need to keep in mind everyone is special and lovely in his or her own say. Read more

I brought her home because I was afraid she’d die at work.  Weird. We just watched “Gamers” and I can’t remember what it was I was gonna say. Oh, oh, ….oh yeah. I brought Audrey Rose II in because she is another work castoff and she’s a bear paw plant and needs a lot of sun… Read more

…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