Happiness. It's relative.
If you leave now, they’ll all know you did it, you’ll be guilty, they’ll never let you go, just stay put, wipe the sauce off your lip, there, I’ll deal with you later. _________ All my 33-worders are dedicated to Trifecta, a great little… Continue Reading “#5/100: A Quick Slice”
Friends can really queer your deal. You think you’re all competent and able and a friend comes along and starts feeling sorry for you for whatever reason, obvious or not, and you become a six-year old looking for a big hand to hold crossing… Continue Reading “Fly Like an Eagle”
A beautifully-dressed man will have just a few things. He’ll have a good watch. Maybe if he is like my husband, he’ll have two watches. One will be the gold watch that belonged to his grandfather who died fifty years ago. He must know… Continue Reading “The Loveliness of a Man’s Things”
I once dated a guy with false teeth, well, dentures, I should say. Saying false teeth makes him sound like George Washington. He wasn’t old, well, a bit older than me and I was in my early thirties. I’d suspected that his teeth weren’t… Continue Reading “Real Deal”
On my way home from San Diego last night, I stared out the window of the plane for two hours. The cabin was dark with only a few tiny lights on, many empty seats. And silent, no whispering conversations or headphone spillover, no babies… Continue Reading “The Airplane Window”
When your father dies, you will be at a loss for words. If it’s a surprise, you will burst into tears. You will cover your face with your hands and cry like you were six-years old, like the time you got lost on the… Continue Reading “When Your Father Dies”
Frye boots, jeans, white shirt, black leather jacket. Attitude. I daresay for most women of my generation I have to say no more. Can you go thirty years on this? Yes, with plenty left over. _____________________ Written in response to a prompt from The… Continue Reading “My Bad Boy”
You cannot calmly discuss your differences with someone who has a shiv in his shoe. You either have to get yourself a shiv or you have to walk away. The pitiful thing about people who’ve read the self-help manuals about how to manage conflict and fight fair is… Continue Reading “Fighting Fair in a Sucker Punch World”
She asked me if I’d take her to the funeral. She said in a text: “Will u take me? I can’t get a ride.” So I said, yes, I would drive her. This would be another one of the things that I probably wouldn’t… Continue Reading “Role Model”
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