Writer, retail manager, loving & quirky wife, lying athlete, enthusiastic reader, skillful cook, doting yaya, wedding officiant, too truthful mom.
I am not funny but at times I can be situationally humorous. (No promises, though.)
The Space That Remains
Thank goodness for Disney+ and the Marvel Universe. Without that franchise, my husband and I would seldom watch TV together.
Brown Paper Packages Tied Up In String
It didn't look like much at first glance. No one would know that it had the power to destroy a life. The brown paper package entered the home in the usual way, dropped off outside of the breezeway door like way too many packages have been delivered over the past year or so. In fact, so many mundane items have arrived via Prime delivery even the welcome mat thieves weren't bothering to steal them anymore. There's just so much jock itch powder, corn cob skewers, and toilet bowl nightlights that the black market can support.
Fifth Grade Friendship Poll
I’m sitting on the closed toilet at home holding a creased and folded square of paper in my hands, afraid to open it. It all started that morning. I’m 10 years old, new girl in, just transferred to this school. I have the fun teacher for homeroom, the one that likes to do crafts. The one that helps with the music program. That’s a plus.
Just a Slice Full of Sugar Helps the Schedule Go Down
Megan knew they hated her but had to face their closed and hostile faces tomorrow morning anyway. She had no excuse to skip the mandatory 'Meet the Staff' meeting for new employees. It would be obvious if she ditched it. After all, she was the manager and it would be her meeting. Her first meeting, but hers nonetheless.
Pap's Tell-Tale Heart
Marita set the boxes, bags, gloves, and brushes on the ground, grabbed the rope looped through the hole where the knob used to be, and pulled with all her might.
Sometimes I write to share my point of view. Others I post to share lessons learned. Still others are to explore a struggle.
My First Job Could Have Been My Last
I was a teenaged telemarketer. It was my first actual job. In my senior year of high school, I got an after-school job in downtown Pittsburgh. I’d looked through the Sunday paper and found an ad for phone sales. Went to the address, filled out the paperwork, and was hired. Pay would be a weekly check.
Best Laid Plans
This is a serialized story by the members of The Vocal Creator's Saloon Facebook group. Here are the links to the previous submissions: