Pure Fiction, out of my league

Pure Fiction, out of my league

The elf raised the wooden stamp as high as his bruised elbow allowed. He paused, scrunched his eyes, and listened intently, hoping that someone, something, anything would intervene. His heart ached as much as his arm. Kerthumped in his chest. A chest that didn’t rise...
The New Forthright

The New Forthright

A friend passed along a quote from an article in The New Yorker magazine a month ago, soon after the election that rock-em-shock-em freaked out the world. Citizens, not merely American ones, endured a year-and-a-half election cycle that devolved devlishly daily....
Nostalgia and Angst

Nostalgia and Angst

It’s Christmas/Kwanza/Hannukah season – and dozens more holidays around the world. Peace and joy! Tis the season of celebration. Tis the season of frenzied preparation and sumptuous feasting: go-go-go, gulp! Tis the season of nostalgia. Tis the season of...
Pregnant Pause

Pregnant Pause

“Whatever happened to Sarah Sota?” the snide talking head inquired. “Her business card is on the table near your left hand. Why don’t you pick it up and call her?” I benignly, sincerely said. Her fluffy face blanched but she didn’t...
Process

Process

I am a Process, not a Product Person. A PP, not a PP: pick your poison, peeps. I enjoy/dislike the act of doing/achieving more than the outcome/aftermath. Process vs. Product. It’s an education learning theory about how one absorbs and retains information...
I don’t say “hella”

I don’t say “hella”

“I like reading your book, PJ. I’m getting to know your personality better,” she said as she paddled and kicked in water aerobics class. I smiled as I paddled and kicked, too. Nice to receive a direct reader compliment. She’d honored my...