At Least They're Committed

Demon Spawn stands on the landing between the first and second floors, the head and torso of a skeleton in one hand, a leg in the other; tattered pieces of fabric are laced through his fingers. “Mina got your dead guy,” he says, holding it up so I can better see it in the hallway… Read more

Hahahahaha! Oh, ouch. My head! It’s the annual retreat weekend and that means the team is locked away in a Chicago hotel brainstorming . . . and drinking Woodford Reserve and beer and I’m here drinking wine and Brian and I are texting and drunk texting and now, in the morning, I’m reading over what… Read more

He walks into my room and immediately heads to the window, peering out to ensure nobody is peeking into the second floor and that his entrance has gone unnoticed. He draws the curtains, which I don’t understand because it’s 9 p.m. and it’s dark on all sorts of levels, but when he lights up the… Read more

The past two days have been freakin’ brutal! Well, of course they have been. I was gone for four days. What did I expect. Today I barely left my desk, in fact I didn’t except to go to the ladies room twice and quickly zap my blechy frozen lunch. I did, however, find my work… Read more

. . . And right here, right now I am all by myself and the house is clean and the cupcakes are made and even though DS has to work tonight we celebrated before he took off and that was awesome one-on-one time and EBD works ’til 8, but since Bugaboo and Danny and Dez… Read more

There are times as I sit in isolation surrounded by people I feel like yelling at the top of my lungs, “I DO HAVE FRIENDS, YOU KNOW!” But it might sound as if I’m trying to convince myself and I suppose during periods in which I’ve not gotten together with friends for a while, one… Read more