About Life

Mistaken Identity

I left my son in the parking lot. He was sitting sideways on the passenger seat of my car, both legs out the open door, filing a tenacious corn with a foot file I had just bought. Don't frown. He is an adult (nearly 21). I went to Checkers to buy milk and something else… Continue reading Mistaken Identity

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Eulogy Grievances

What attitude would your lively mind adopt if it knew the glittering eulogy you're listening to, or reading, was written by the deceased before they passed away? I think your mind would think it's like that office worker who helps himself to his colleagues' packed lunches and bad-mouths them to management (the colleagues, not the… Continue reading Eulogy Grievances

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Complex Comedy & Wood Woman

I was tearing my hair out between 3 a.m. and 4:30 a.m. yesterday morning. The housing complex's perimeter alarm went off eight times. When the siren stopped wailing, a high-pitched ringing followed, mimicking tinnitus. As the sky lightened, I armed myself with terrifying hair, a panic button, my bare feet, and my closest friend, Fluffy… Continue reading Complex Comedy & Wood Woman

About Life · My Writing

Mildred & Monty

Mildred was hiding in a beam above the kitchen. She stared at me from the knotted wood. I felt her gaze and, looking up, caught sight of her. What peculiar eyes, I thought, what an elongated, fearsome forehead and skull, what a beak, what a... Abandoning my crack-of-dawn tea drinking, I shot to the bedroom… Continue reading Mildred & Monty