The Best Laid Schemes My favorite vacation spot is Asheville, North Carolina, only 91 miles away. It is a haven of sanity a short drive from my hectic life. Sometimes. Almost every time we go to Asheville, we stay at the same place, The Princess Anne Hotel, a small historic inn that makes guests feel… Read More Are We There Yet?
Today’s post is for Writing 101, and my assignment is to find my inspiration from my statistics. I have to confess, as a dedicated Type-A personality, I have already been rather well-acquainted with my stats; from the beginning, I have been excited by the variety of nations represented on my little map. I haven’t ever… Read More Hello, World!
Well, today is my birthday, and I threw myself a party. A pity party. Carl and I had big plans today:We were swanning off to Asheville to embrace culture and have luncheon–It would be luncheon in Asheville; I eat lunch here–at any one of our favorite places, visit real bookstores, then pick up a few… Read More Childhood’s End?
First, I’d like to say a deep-felt THANK YOU to Debbie at Debbie Dey WRITES for nominating me for a Blogger Recognition Award. This is especially cool since Debbie is herself a very accomplished writer. I especially want to send you to “Hook ’em with a Quote” where Debbie talks about moving in the freelance… Read More Thank you!
“Without music, life would be a mistake.” — Friedrich Nietzsche I love music. Music is “The Air that I Breathe.” Oh, there’s another song for the list. In fact, I wanted to be a singer once; I wrote about it on Socrates Underground. When I first approached today’s prompt, I was torn between the books and… Read More I Got the Music In Me
Pleeeeeease The students in my third period have been begging to watch a movie since the year started, the same movie, over and over. “Pleeeeeease. It’s the best movie ever!” It’s one of the few things I’ve seen unite a cheerleader, a country boy, and a preacher’s kid. I’ve caught them huddled around phones streaming… Read More It’s Not What You Think
6:08 a.m. NaaNaNaaNaNaaaaa Mwowww NaaNaNaaNaNaaaaa I am really starting to hate this song as the opening riff from ELO’s “Do Ya” vibrates from my iPhone. Rolling over, I can’t quite figure out what’s wrong. Am I even really awake? No…Smile…Wait. Yes. Crud. I tap the snooze timer to steal 9 more minutes of sleep from… Read More Laugh or Cry
When they came, it wasn’t like thunder or lightning, they were just here. On the street, in the market. It was almost like they were always among us: integrated, but very, very different. But dogs didn’t like them, or cats. None of the “domesticated” animals liked them. There was a growling and hissing that was… Read More Don’t Mention It
Sighing heavily, I entered the gymnasium for my social dance class, dreading yet another wrestling match with Old Joe, the lecherous senior citizen taking the class as an extension course. I reflected that taking a dance class for my phys ed class might be a way to meet men, but maybe not quality ones. But… Read More Love at First Sight
Dear Rabbits, We feel the current situation can no longer continue unremarked. We have tried to cohabit peacefully, but your behavior speaks of a singular lack of regard for our needs, or, indeed, the reality of our shared situation. First, has word not spread to you of the fate of your friend, or perhaps cousin,… Read More Open Letter to the Rabbits in Our Back Yard:
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