My husband is a snake. Most people think that’s metaphoric, to which I say: "ha ha". He is a snake, he’s a fully grown corn snake, his name is Rex. He is over 15 feet long We married in the…
View writingI introduce my beloved gay ex hubby to my pups' veterinarian and they fall in love while I heedlessly proceed to marry a man half my age, and all six of us (four humans, two pups) eventually end up living…
View writingAgatha snuggled up to Mutti. They were alone, in the kitchen of the White House. Frau Kuchin had a holiday. “The Boys” had gone adventuring and Sarah was occupied with studying and pleasing her tutors. It was not often that…
View writingRivals It wasn’t that she didn’t get the part, she almost always didn’t get the part. She was the call-back queen. Everybody loved her. Casting agents went to see her in plays even when they knew her. She was one…
View writingSaying goodbye to Paul………I shall sit here in the Page Street Writers Cafe on this 26th day of August, 2022, here in San Francisco , and I will try to write away my terror, if such a thing is possible.…
View writingAfter the bride-to-be confirmed that the wedding was still happening, not postponed, I had to remind myself again and again that the wedding must be a day of celebration, not grief. But the wedding day would be the first time…
View writing"We have paid for these things with our blood, but we cannot hold unless we receive more support from your city. There is just no way to say it. Help us now or you will lose our protection, you will…
View writingThe sharpest truth is unspoken said to myself, to God, flowing freely from the point of my pen’s unfiltered morning thought. The sharpest truth is the jagged tear in the page, when an air pocket of rage bubbled to the…
View writingAfter she told her mother about what the boy had said, and then her mother and father talked and decided between them what was to be done.
View writingSaint Stupid Day On Wednesday, I told my friend Jackie that I sometimes wish that I had a mild cold, nothing serious, just enough that I could stay in bed and read all day and then have soup and a…
View writingIN A LAND far too close, there is a King named Harumph. He has a peculiar orange face and a lumpish, doughy body he tries to contain within costly suits of broadcloth and grey sharkskin, dark blue blazers and crisp…
View writingThat little piece of dust I followed as a child in the sunbeam in the living room has now reached planet Mars. From my living room, it attached itself to our dog Tootsie, and when Tootsie sneezed, it catapulted into…
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