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“Pretty is as pretty does.” Did your mom use that one on you? Mine did. It was meant to encourage kind behavior. Maybe it even worked, since I turned out to be pretty decent and not a sociopath. But it … Continue reading
The email was a blur. She blinked several times in a effort to focus her eyes. She took her glasses off and looked at them to be sure they were the right glasses. Yes. She put the glasses back on … Continue reading
Wouldn’t it be nice if you got push notifications from your muse? GO WRITE SOMETHING would appear in an alert box right before your eyes. You couldn’t do anything else until you’d written something and could X out of the … Continue reading
I, I am latent, I am dreamed, I am unearthed. I lie here fallow, waiting. For the opening, the permission The cord to cling to that will Pull me forth. What do I need to be born? I need open, … Continue reading
Neat but dirty. That describes my house as well as my desk. Everything is neatly organized, no deep piles in sight. But there’s dust over everything but the keyboard. The papers I’m using show marks of momentarily placed hunks of … Continue reading
“Thanks for inviting me,” the email said. It followed with, “Will it be okay if I bring my music? You’ll love it!” That’s what happens when you invite your boss to something. You have to say yes to whatever he … Continue reading
The rain was unrelenting. Even on the high ground where Steffi lived, there was standing water and her basement was oozing, leaking. She frantically carried everything she could to the 2nd floor. In the basement she grabbed up all 7 … Continue reading
Those people who live across the street – in that house with green shutters – go to church on Saturday. I forget the name of that religion. I’ll think of it in a minute. Anyway, the lady who lives there … Continue reading
When everyone talks about wishing Friday would hurry up and come, I just nod and keep quiet. I hate the weekend. I’d rather be at work, in my cheerful cubical with its images of islands and palm trees, than running … Continue reading