It started with just one. I noticed a single, tiny black ant on the kitchen counter. I grabbed a paper towel, smashed it, and threw it in the kitchen trash can. I made my way back to my original destination, the coffee pot, and started my daily routine. I don’t have one of those fancy …
Yes, I have turned into one of those people that I used to make fun of. After New Year’s, I vowed to change my diet, actually use the gym membership I’ve been paying on for the past 18 months, and lose the 40 pounds that has permanently latched onto my body like a vice. I …
Don’t feel sorry for me. I didn’t ask for your pity and I certainly don’t need it. Remove that sorrowful look in your eyes, and get your caring hand off of my shoulder. I know you don’t agree with my choice to stay with Adam, but it’s my choice. You think I’m some stupid, sheepish, …
My mom is the most difficult person to buy for. She never wants anything or needs anything, as she tells us, or gives us an iota of a clue of what she may like. My mom’s hobbies include playing bunco, drinking white Russians, and yelling at tv commercials. We have bought her countless bunco playing …
“Shit!” I yell as I hit my head on the overhang above my staircase. I finish climbing down the stairs and stop for a second to make sure that I’m still functioning in a “normal” capacity. I run through the questions of asking myself my name, date, and occupation. I correctly answer the questions. Okay, …
(I was feeling a bit murky this week and ended up experimenting with my Edgar Allen Poe side a little bit more than usual. Hope you like it! The End…) It’s an early Monday morning in August. The streetlights still shine through the curtains in the exquisite master bedroom. A hot wind blows through the …
Public goodbyes are always awkward, especially with your parents. No matter how many times you come and go, say goodbye, or see you at the next holiday, wedding or funeral, they never get easier for a mother, even when her son is 36 years old. Twelve kisses, and a billion hugs from my mother, and …
Dad worked as a limo driver six days a week. However, when someone called in sick, or we needed the extra money for my braces or to repair the leaky roof above the garage, then Dad would take the overtime and lose his one day off. Dad is the hardest working person I have ever …
The long day was finally over and now I was ready to start my commute home. On a “good” day I can get home in 45 minutes, but I could already tell from the back-up on the freeway onramp it was going to be a bad traffic day. I sigh as I wait in line …
I close my eyes and anxiously wait to hear my name. My appointment time was 20 minutes ago, but I’m still sitting in this brown, uncomfortable chair. The empty chair next to me has a gigantic dark stain on the back and on the seat. I am curious, yet mortified, thinking who or what caused …