“Just start writing!” Calliope insisted. “Write about anything! I will help you.” “But I just don’t have the time,” I wailed. “I am swamped at work in a never ending cycle of reports, spreadsheets, and budgets. I don’t get home … Continue reading Conversation with a Muse
In the early days at the company where I used to work, we would get half day off on Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve. If Christmas day fell on a weekend it was great, because we would still have the … Continue reading Ghosts of Christmases Past
When I was about 8 years old, my grandmother told me the real meaning behind the Garden of Eden story.
“Listen, child, “she informed me, “this has nothing to do with any ‘fruit’. This is about sex. When the Bible said ‘the serpent gave Eve the fruit’, that was sex. When Eve gave the fruit to Adam that was sex. They got kicked out of the Garden of Eden because they had sex. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Continue reading “Memories of Stories and Soup”
My big brother is a magnificent liar.
He spins the longest yarns ever, even when he doesn’t have to. No little white lies for him.
Just a few months ago, my mom called to ask me when was it that Big Bro fell down a hole as a child and had to be rescued. (What the?) I had not the faintest clue why, but he’d been spreading this story to curry favor among some church people. Continue reading “Liar, liar, pants on fire…”
Mack was the first friend I made at my first job, when I was fresh out of high school, and is the keeper of all my secrets. She knows where I have all the bodies buried and I am well acquainted with all the skeletons in her closets. Continue reading “Hardly a Sidekick”
This week, we’re asking you to write a memoir. The way in which you choose to share your memoir — be it a story, poem, flash non-fiction, or a song — is entirely up to you.
It seems I was always fair game for Kerry-Anne, the school bully. Continue reading “My School Bully”