Category: Writing

Lipstick Touchers

“If I was a big tall guy, would I be a looming, space-taking, oblivious asshole or would I be nice?” I asked the question of no one in particular but my husband was within earshot. “Oh, you’d be nice.” I had just crumpled my… Continue Reading “Lipstick Touchers”

Ancient Chicken

What do you complain about the most? Not my most frequent complaint but the most enduring one has to do with my husband undercooking chicken thirty-five years ago. This complaint is now woven into the fabric of our marriage, indeed, it has become a… Continue Reading “Ancient Chicken”

Rainmaker

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
Impostor Syndrome. I used to have it and then I went to a special camp where the counselors made me sing all the verses of I Am Woman and cut marshmallows into shapes of accomplishments like wee puffy…

My Day

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
I am on the shore of Lake Superior in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and this was my day. I watched a deer leap and leap and leap down to the beach where the water  has formed a frozen shelf that…

Fun Girl

List five things you do for fun. This is a terrible list. When I die, my obit will be very thin. Expanded, the list would translate to ‘she liked driving aimlessly around town, stopping at unusual markets, like hidden places to buy jars of… Continue Reading “Fun Girl”

100 Word Story: No Good Answer

It was cold but sunny. The sidewalk was clear but for little slicks, black ice. The dog took his time, grateful for the day’s second walk. She didn’t mind him sniffing every tree, it felt like patience and nature and time well spent. The… Continue Reading “100 Word Story: No Good Answer”

Oh Well Oh My

A week after the semi-finalists for a fiction writing contest were announced and my story wasn’t on the list, the sponsors sent me a kind email about how many submissions there were (1,300). And they referenced my story by name and told me to… Continue Reading “Oh Well Oh My”

Saturday Stream

I have passwords everywhere, lists of them, crossed out, erased, my mother’s maiden name, the sire of the dog that died, special numbers with hashtags, hidden places I’ll never forget but I forget them all, so I keep a list with old passwords crossed… Continue Reading “Saturday Stream”

That’s Enough Friday Round-Up

I ruined my reputation for always showing up by not showing up. It was for a funeral, more specifically a burial, and I didn’t go because my husband looked at me and said, “You don’t have to go.” I never ask for permission to… Continue Reading “That’s Enough Friday Round-Up”

Residue

Feathers clumped tarring Grease on my white hands, shirt, pants Streaks with long faces _____________ Photo by Evie S. on Unsplash

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