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  • Sliding …

    …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…

  • A little slice of daytime discussion

    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…

  • Shit Demon

    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…

  • Family history 101 . . . Glad

    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…

  • Cookies

    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,…

  • Two down

    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…

  • Wrath

    Uh-oh! Watch out! Requisite parental bitch-fit to rapidly ensue: Don’t you touch them. That’s all. You don’t get to. For as pissed as I get with my husband for his weight gain and lack of ambition, you’d best be happy that he outweighs me by 100+ pounds after you nearly run…

  • ‘Be …’

    I don’t know why I always think of this SNL skit when I see Tom Brady except, of course, there’s a lot of truth to it. The moral of the story is that to avoid sexual harassment claims, one needs to: Be Handsome Be Attractive Don’t be unattractive But with the…

  • Dickens kind of day

    Hauling my black rolling suitcase down the hotel hallway at 5 a.m., I pass the doors behind which my colleagues sleep. Singing Journey’s Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ quietly to myself I tear off the badge and toss it away. I am done.  The stench of spicy breakfast burritos at the airport further…

  • Addendum

    Was reading down a couple posts ago and thought I ought to add that I understand myself now and I’m no longer losing it, thank you very much. Totally detailed my segue into sanity in a blog post, but figured I ought to keep it private. Pity. It’s delightfully creative!