I want to tell you something - nothing lasts. Everything changes, morphs, transforms, disappears. I want to tell you this so you won't be surprised when you notice it happening. Friends come and go. People who, as a child, you…
View writingMrs. Kind turned toward her daughter, but kept her head lowered. “Nora, I caution you as I was never cautioned.” Her voice thick and heavy, as if the words were weighing her tongue and heart down. “Don’t be so careful…
View writingFirst take the eggs out of their clever little sockets in their carton. Pay homage to the inventor of the egg carton. Nestle them into a big pot of cold water, i know it seems counter-intuitive but it works somehow,…
View writingPerhaps not. I didn't. But now that I'm old(er), i listen...i listen intently...i truly listen and finally hear. Because I have learned that old thing about God having given us two ears and only one (overactive) mouth: we are meant…
View writing“I caution you as I was never cautioned,” the man in the green mask growled to the man with the gun.. “I caution you as I was never cautioned,” the crone, wagging a bony finger, said to me in an…
View writingI caution you as I was never cautioned. The flight attendants are overworked and underpaid. The plane is delayed or canceled about 40% of the time. The airline waits until the last minute to tell you there is a 6-hour…
View writingWould I have listened to the warnings? I doubt it. Don't we all want to discover the world anew? Still shouldn't some one have warned me about the avoidable mistakes? Taking out credit cards? How to balance a budget. I…
View writingViolet ripped the pages from the dairy throwing one upon on the other until the year was empty. "I'm not doing this anymore," The rage reaped tears from her soul. Who the hell writes love letters to a man who…
View writing“ReDONdo!” That’s how Cristin would answer the phone when I called from the landline. It was sunny outside and we were going to have a difficult conversation. “In the flesh. Except not at all.” We made jokes when we were…
View writingWhen I was in 7th grade I loved nothing more than being on the phone with my friend Candy, talking about Elton John. I'd be in the dark kitchen after dinner and homework on the phone that was attached to…
View writingI'd be a nauseated, shivering, hypersensitive mess off stage left ( or right, depending on the show), repeating my first line over and over in my head, sometimes mouthing it with sufficient breath to keep from fainting, to keep my…
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