I can’t write. I have a lot to say but the words come out wooden and forced. They scratch my skin and make me feel uncomfortable. Nothing seems to flow or to fit together the…
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Grandma’s minion
Nolan was sitting on my lap, facing me. I was singing “Six Little Ducks” and had just gotten to the “quack quack quaaaaaccckkk” part which is my favorite. “Why don’t you got any kids?” he…
It seemed like a perfectly normal decision to me
She cocks her head to the side and looks up. “Is that. . . Blue Oyster Cult?” I jump from my chair and lunge for my bag. “Yeah. I changed my ring.” “To Blue Oyster…
Typing at the Coffee Shop part II
I got here a little bit earlier than the rest of the posse so I could spend a little bit of time Writing with a capital W. However, I cannot write because I am too…
An honest day’s work or Ferris Bueller’s fatal flaw
I have to work today. Like do actual work in exchange for actual money. Weird, eh? Of course I haven’t started yet, and I can’t decide if I should put on actual clothes to do…
Bookclub Bitches 11: I am the Messenger and the message is, I suck at endings
powered by ODEO For the April edition of Bookclub Bitches, FFJ and I read I am the Messenger by Markus Zuzak. This is one of those books that I was pretty much enjoying in a…