I am in here.
Somebody once told me that the last people who were fair game for being badmouthed were those of us who are not morning people. I work best at night, and now that my son is old enough to drive himself to school (hey, he says he goes there), I don’t have to be up at … Continue reading My own cliché
My mother was a beautiful woman. Everyone says so — both now and at the time. Hell, I said so, both now and at the time. We could all agree on that. And that was comforting, in a time of open warfare between us. But I have looked at many photo albums that are in … Continue reading Beauty
I watch NASA scientists on Devon Island pretend to be on Mars. I wish I were going with them, but I doubt that’s on the list of possibilities for this lifetime. I am a slug. I have not read today. I have spent the morning doing physical therapy and picking up Eddie the Cat from … Continue reading Sluggish
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