30 Days hath November…

30 Days hath November…

“Thirty days hath November. April, June, and September. February alone has 28 – let’s celebrate my birthday with a corona-vaccine shot! Well, tomorrow is December 1. I prayed for COVID to be over by Christmas – ’twas all I wanted. But,...
Gem Down!

Gem Down!

“Gem down!” The women hit the floor and began to scrounge, combing the plush purple carpet with their long-nailed fingers. Someone might as well as said, “Man down!” for all the fervor they put into their task. There a brunette, there a curly top, there a long-haired...
Keeping up with the Jones – who dat?

Keeping up with the Jones – who dat?

Tis the season to be jolly. Tis the season to shop. Tis the season to decorate your home, inside and out. Does your home look like the Griswolds? Do you compete with your neighbor to assure you have the biggest, gaudiest, noisiest, most electricity-sucking home on the...
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...
I just went over to bake Christmas cookies…

I just went over to bake Christmas cookies…

I just went over to communally bake cookies and I was barely ten feet and ten minutes inside the door when she pounced without an ounce of compunction to ask: “Do you say ‘Merry Christmas’ in greeting at this time of year?” Well, I do. But, her...