Dear Me, I don’t want to do what I don’t want to do. But I do. I know. It’s called responsibility. It’s called adulthood. Sometimes, it’s called survival. But if I only do what I don’t want to do, I’m tired and I’m cranky; my imagination stalls and my hopelessness fills out its contours all […]
500 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. . . Or is that 99?
Can’t you just hear the music? That grating, endless round we sang as kids, that we used to purposely irritate each other as teens, and again in college? Hell, I don’t even like beer, but I can picture everything from pale ale to dark lager as soon as I catch a measure of that tune. […]
Are You Your Mother?
I should have watched reruns all night. Or old films on cable. But I didn’t. Instead, I tossed and turned, dozed a little, then finally gave up as 4 a.m. approached. I’m a challenged sleeper at best, but last night was rough, even for me. A typical day Yesterday was a fairly typical day. In […]
Coffee stains, aches and pains, when it rains. . .
Don’t cry over spilled milk, right? What about coffee? What if it’s the last of the coffee in the house, you had a terrible night’s sleep, and you desperately need the caffeine, the comforting heat of the cup, the aroma, the rich taste? What if it spills all over papers, electronics, and more? Then can […]