OK, so back in the 80s, when I was playing tetherball and four square and falling for my very first love, this guy out in Tacoma decided to raise some money for cancer. I think he was a doctor or something. Anyway, as a gimmick he pledged to walk for 24 hours around a track,…
One Sentence Story – The Jay
The terrified screech of the blue jay was awful to hear; I turned to witness the hawk’s swooping kill, so close that a rain of glittering blue feathers drifted into my hair while I stood, awed, silent, thrilled.
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Quick hello! Check out my Wonder Woman blog post for today, about what I’d do with a million dollars (subtitled, why winning the Lottery could destroy my marriage). Happy Thursday all!
Haven’t you always wanted a mon-KEE?
Scene: Small town North Carolina. A tranquil tree-lined street, lots of hills. DARLIN’, a young man about 30 years old, is striding purposefully, working up a sweat. RG, a young (stunningly gorgeous) woman of similar age, is half-walking, half-jogging to keep up. RG: So, phew, you feeling this like I am? DARLIN, blithely: Feeling what?…
Return from the Land of Barbershop (That’s Singing)
We’re back. I’ve spent the first hour and half of my return to the corporate grind by catching up on emails and blogs and things. Given the jet lag, and the fact that my needy cat kept us up all night (“you leave me alone for a week, I meow for four solid hours while…