My new car is a spaceship. The dash has more buttons and dials than Doc’s DeLorean did in Back to the Future. It runs on premium gas, though, and not recycled garbage. My brand-new Honda Civic Sport Touring might be the last car I ever buy. “What are you going to name your new car?” Andrew … Continue reading Goodbye Old Friend
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
Always the Last Place You Look
I spent a good part of the morning on Christmas Eve searching our apartment for a book. The missing book was a collection of fairy tales that I received for Christmas in 1968, when I was eight years old. The book was a present from my parents, and I first saw it while it was … Continue reading Always the Last Place You Look
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
