I’ve been in my fictional worlds lately. It’s time to pop my head out and say something from the laundry room, but I need the help of a random word. Let’s see… Today’s post is brought to you by the letters L, A, U, G, and H. A laugh shows a person unlike anything else, except…
If I had a sister, she would be taller than me. And older. I’d be the curvy one. She’d be the long legs, straight up and down one. Her hair would be darker, longer and not as thick as mine. Her eyes would be rounder, bigger, with more green, actually her eyes would be green. She…
Her good friend, surely she could be trusted. “I won’t tell a soul,” she’d said crossing her heart. It was in the whispers, the pin drop silence around the water cooler. Lesson learned, Kate thought, who the fuck still crosses her heart?
Jack usually picks up a stick on his walk. It started on the first or second walk and now he does it most of the time. He finds a stick and carries it in his mouth all the way home. Sometimes it’s a little twig, other times it’s big and covered in growth or dirt. We…
I wonder what my breath smells like. Sometimes when I have oatmeal for breakfast, my mouth feels pasty. It can also be a little yucky after too much tea too, but that’s just how it feels. I don’t know what it smells like when I’m talking and it reaches out to someone else’s nose. Following…
I can relate. Not to the mom, I am the Steve Martin character, at least I can get like him more often than not, and I am married to the King of the Roller Coaster. Calm, steady, deal with it as it comes, live for today. Hands up and tight turns are in Michael’s DNA. I’m a…
The faces of 9/11 look older now. The actual photographs, hair styles, clothing, are aging. America has moved on and it’s been so long since that horrific day that the people we lost are starting to look different. I remember the first time I went through the memorial of the victims, on the first anniversary, they…
Joan Rivers has died. I wasn’t really a fan of her comedy, but her story is remarkable. She graduated top of her class at Barnard and made a name for herself in a male dominated industry. She was a trailblazer, a strong woman. I admire that. Death is so weird. I remember when my grandmother…
I could never be a turtle. I know they are used in advertisements and they look so cute, but turtles in real life seem tired. Their shells appear heavy, like they’ve lived too long. The turtle life is not for me. I want to go a good length, I’m sure death is no picnic, but I really…