At Least They're Committed

There’s a halo around the shadow of the plane right before it plunges through the clouds: the red and gold ring an ethereal contrast to white cotton pillars and the gray silhouette of the jet. The blue sky above gives way to a curtain of mist that opens to Chicago: a quilt of yellow, brown, gold, green, orange and brilliant mauve land broken… Read more

It’s little late in the season to be dodging inchworms on the sidewalk, but I understand. It’s 76 degrees in mid October and I’m striding along the mile-plus stretch on 136th Avenue wondering to myself why anyone would want to be anywhere else, even inchworms. “She shuts up the ashtray, I say ‘it’s a long way back… Read more

She was already seated as I plopped down in the aisle-facing bench on the RTD. I didn’t notice her until the bus started rolling and I whipped out my compress to finish my make up. One can never quite get it just right at home! Regardless, there she was on the peripheral as I smudged on… Read more

True to his (its) word, there was the answer; an amazing epiphany. My boss saw I was hurting. She asked, I told her what freakish, ridiculous behavior I’d succumbed to as of late and she shook her head and sat. What she said literally took my breath away. “Like me, your personality type brought you to journalism, to… Read more

Whoa! Man! That didn’t take long! “What’re you doing?” he’s glaring at me from across the computer, but the corners of his eyes turn downward in concern. “You know, even the most lowly play a role here. Don’t be so quick to assume you’re not playing yours.” “I want to die.” “No, you don’t,” he’s insistent… Read more

Drat. My dress is too long. I never notice these things until I catch my reflection in storefront windows walking from the bus. I should have tried it on before tossing it in the washer, the dryer and then sliding it onto my body. I freakin’ look like Stevie Nicks! Read more