Putting words down in writing makes me feel alive. What do I write about? Yes. Also that. I like to think that my randomness is charming.
Ignorance is Bliss
If only I had never met him. I knelt in the damp grass at the edge of the little creek backing our property. Usually, this was a place of peace and refuge for me. Today, there was no refuge and no peace.
Commensurate with Experience
You look at me and think I have no experience; and it’s true that I have never done this one precise thing you need me to do
The Perks of Being a Know-It-All
Recently someone asked the question, "What do you know that you are pretending not to know?" Well, where to begin! I have always known things. I knew what my Christmas presents were going to be, and I knew when something was wrong (even if my parents insisted things were fine), and I knew how to calm down each of my 13 siblings.
The Executive/Assistant Paradox
I was driving my kids home from school the other day when my middle child piped up. “Mama, can I ask you a question?” Her questions are always interesting; I tuned in.
I’m lying on the floor; if I hold still, Perfectly still, I will not be too warm. Bug carcasses litter the windowsill; The screen lets in the buzzing of the swarm.
All of my least favorite questions have always started, “What is your favorite...?” My favorite color Is the part of the story when you realize the truth,
“Paul was the best detective I’ve ever known,” I croaked. Must be something stuck in my pipes. I cleared my throat and continued.
Hello from the Inside
8:54. That’s when the migraine hits this morning. I'm chatting with my partner, both of us ready to start our respective work for the day, and suddenly here it is.