Whistle Britches

Andrew and I were wandering through the clearance section in men’s clothing at Macy’s when we spotted them. A row of corduroy pants in vivid orange and royal blue. “No one wants the whistle britches,” Andrew commented. “Do you think they have my size?” I asked. I love a bargain. “Please, no.” Andrew does not … Continue reading Whistle Britches

What I’ve Been Writing

This post should actually be titled "Where I've Been Writing." I've been busy creating fiction and essays over on the Medium website. You can access the stories through the links I've posted below, even if you don't have a Medium profile. I hope you enjoy the stories! https://psiloveyou.xyz/here-in-the-dark-beside-you-e970a2af88d6 https://theweeklyknob.com/the-impostor-1d2ce9ced013?source=friends_link&sk=b6a9de10bd092fd62610f836ade09651 https://theweeklyknob.com/the-lonely-voices-197216acd90a?source=friends_link&sk=186e546d804a2b04c0c7f01a8aedabe8 https://thecreative.cafe/the-rivers-b2abd135f3f https://medium.com/farrago-hotel/how-soft-the-night-how-clear-the-song-e3c3174faa84?source=friends_link&sk=5ceea13eb2ce248ec1b7da03a31a64fe  

Give me Rockets Like Flowers

I am not especially patriotic, but I love a good fireworks display. I’m not sure how I came to this attraction to all things bright and sparkly. It isn’t nostalgia. The only fireworks I remember in my childhood involved a car trip with my parents down a deserted country road. We stopped outside the city … Continue reading Give me Rockets Like Flowers

Don’t Fence Me In Wichita Falls

My fiance, Andrew, loves Wichita Falls. We drove up there this weekend and he pitched an earnest plea for us to buy his childhood home. Besides the lack of a down payment, I was not swayed by the quaint architecture or the quiet neighborhood. "They had Fox News playing in the hotel dining room," I … Continue reading Don’t Fence Me In Wichita Falls

Why is Facebook Trying to Sell Me Funeral Potatoes?

This showed up in my Facebook feed the other night. Of course I clicked on the link and checked them out on the Walmart website. The back of the package states "Potatoes to die for" but I hope they don't mean that literally. You can buy a casket online from Walmart and opt for overnight … Continue reading Why is Facebook Trying to Sell Me Funeral Potatoes?

Just Where We Belong

  I hesitated when I saw the invitation in my email because I am not a fan of scary movies. I tolerate them because they are one of Andrew’s favorite genres. When he watches Alien Death Camp Holiday or Haunted Mental Institution Massacre, I sit beside him on the couch and mutter comments. “Did they … Continue reading Just Where We Belong

Join Hands, Give Thanks

I lived through two decades before I discovered that there were people in the world who made dressing with stale bread cubes instead of fresh cornbread. My oldest sister’s second husband, the nice one, was from somewhere up North, New York I think. He had dark, pomaded hair swept up and back and he smiled … Continue reading Join Hands, Give Thanks

The Age of Irresponsibility

  I think our snails are up to some hanky panky. The other day they were tangled up in a position that looked like an illustration from the Kama Sutra for invertebrates. My boyfriend, Andrew, and I bought these two freshwater snails to keep company with a beta we had. The fish passed away after … Continue reading The Age of Irresponsibility

The Road Unspoiled

I didn’t plan on leaving the house on Friday the 13th. Not because I’m superstitious, but because I had already removed my bra for the evening. I was lounging on the couch at home, watching television and dressed in a comfortable T-shirt and fuzzy pajama bottoms, when my boyfriend Andrew texted me. “How about a … Continue reading The Road Unspoiled