At Least They're Committed

My brother Dan just texted me. “Dad’s up at the archery course. It’s the anniversary. Four years?” “Five!” I texted back. Dad was at the archery course, alone at dusk, when it happened: numbness, gripping pain, erratic heartbeat. He was having a heart attack for an hour before the ranger, thinking it was awful late Read more

I checked the clock when I walked through the glass doors, two hours until I needed to be at my next appointment. That ought to be enough, right? Ten people in the chairs on the right, three to the left. Not seeing the numbers dispenser despite the red-lit 505 on the overhead, I asked a turtle Read more

The morning light that rolls through the sliding glass door and over my Shadow is deceptive. The wind chill is negative for the third day in a row. My Shadow is in a ball, nose to tail, brown eyes closed, sleek cocoa and ebony coat gleaming in the sunshine. Raul’s sleeping with DS; Mina’s in Read more

It’s snowing so the Mexican Refugee, so eager to make her exit an hour ago, is now curled up on my bed looking at me warily, fearful that I’ll make her go back outside. Temp is 13 F; 0 factoring wind chill. Dogs stay in on days such as today. Decided this morning I won’t Read more

Yawn. Even when I tweet sober I look back in the tweets from the night before and they are either nonsensical or, worse yet, dull. I killed them. Felt good. I’m going to try to limit my tweeting to once a day and then only if it’s interesting. Read more

I don’t need anyone to pop in unexpectedly to tell me what I good girl I am. It’s me. I’m by myself and I can say it aloud. I not only friended and calmed any insecurities of She Who Despises Me, I didn’t PLAY and you KNOW how hard it is for me to, um, Read more