Deadly Devotion She gripped the handle on the suitcase as if it were a hand that saved her from falling off a cliff and then slammed the car door. When she whirled around, a heavy thud of footsteps gave way to a strapping silhouette slinking toward her in the night. “I can’t let you go,”… Continue reading
For weeks, possibly months – perchance a millennium – I tried to purge the search engine scourge, Babylon, from my Firefox browser. The scourge appeared one day whilst I opened a tab. Instead of seeing my beloved Google home page, I saw that blight Babylon, not the ancient city, which would have been awesome. I stared… Continue reading
He was gone, one shoe left behind collecting dust in the closet. A slap of heel against the threshold and the door slam behind, sounds she remembered as he slipped into the dense dark of night, the emptiness lingering in the hollows of her eyes. He looked back as she steadied the scope on the… Continue reading
I’m not a web-tech nerd. Web-tech words, symbols and directions deep fry my brain. Still, many of us learn web tech stuff simply through osmosis. And learn it I did, this past Monday when I added my blog to Google Analytics. That took about an hour. After I added Think Spin to Google Analytics, submitted a site… Continue reading
It’s eight o’clock in the morning.The caffeine hasn’t kicked in yet. “Bite down hard,” the dentist says, referring to the temporary crown he just stuck in my mouth. “Aaargh!” “Only one more minute.” A minute of silence, I hope, but no. “I recently read a great book called …” “Aaargh!” Why didn’t I take Jim’s… Continue reading
In the infinite darkness of suburbia, an asphalt-hopping frog defies death to cross the road. I see it in a flash of headlight that hits it midway before it reaches the other side. I brake to prevent from flattening it, guided by a lingering empathy from the 80s. I regret killing its countless cartoon compadres… Continue reading
In honor of Labor Day, a day in which women labor to give birth and workers labor to pay bills, I’m reposting a revised version of We’re a Nation of Mutts (2010) to remind us that in spite of our differences, we’re all the same.
I’m thrilled to have Ursula Uterus here with me today to talk about women’s reproductive rights. ME Thank you, Ursula. I appreciate your taking time out of your busy schedule to speak with me today. URSULA Happy to be here. Though, it is a bit bright. Reminds me of my annual checkup.