It’s an old story… One I have used many times But cannot let go. She didn’t belong. This fusty, marvelous jumble of an antique shop with sections carefully separating each seller from all the rest is not the kind of place for a pretty teenage girl. There is nothing here for her, nothing pretty, nothing… Continue reading Criminal Speed
“You got it?” “Wait, you mean me? I thought you were…” “No. That was never the plan.” “But I thought…” “Doesn’t matter what you wanted. Now we’re screwed.” “Wait, really?” “Yes, really. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” “But it’s supposed to be the opportunity of a lifetime. A must-see.” “Yeah,… Continue reading Going Back to the Beginning…
One proposed, all in: Anti-aging is no more! World views are transformed…. The cover of a woman’s beauty magazine blares a surprising stance: anti-aging is no more for us! Inside, editorial declares: We won’t use the term “anti-aging,” will not feature articles about products that hide, mask, turn back time. My question is: Why? Where… Continue reading Walking the Talk
Every Saturday, when the groceries were bought and put away, the dog had been fed, and the windows opened to air out weekday stuffiness, she would get in her car and drive. The gas tank was full (Friday was ten cents off a gallon). Sunglasses on, windows down, music loud, she would drive until she… Continue reading The Forgetting Place
“Fried egg sandwich?” The waitress inserted the plate between the chattering women. It was early which meant that there wasn’t much traffic on the road yet, which made it pleasant to sit outside the sandwich shop. Come 8:00 and the traffic would be snarling, kids running in to buy lunch, and it would only be… Continue reading The Insomniacs Book Club #4
What we leave behind Is not up to us, but how Others live their next This day is filled with memories of the hard times that delivered the current day when I walk a long, slow loop around the beach. I feel surrounded by parents, aunts, and uncles, cousins, and best friends from a… Continue reading What Comes Next?
Where are you going? What does this earnest, sweet card Mean now that she’s gone? I made that up. Really. I have no idea what’s going on with this long, mushy message from a 20-year old woman to her mother, sharing memories of drama, reunion, healing, and joy. I don’t read other people’s mail. Except…… Continue reading The Story Inside the Book