I’m feeling particularly curmudgeonly today. After breakfast, I sat down to write and came up with zero. Nada. Zilch. I could think of nothing I wanted to write about.
So my grumpy brain started listing all the things I will never write about.
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I joined Facebook in early 2008 but it wasn’t until two years later that I got the idea to creep old friends. It was 2010 and I realized that my graduating class should have had a significant high school reunion the year before...
The photograph is small, maybe three inches square, with a scalloped white border. It’s black and white but I see my mother’s green armchair, the one that matched the chesterfield...
Brace yourself; this may come as a shock:
Being a mother is not the most important job a woman can do.
In fact, the idea is a crock of shit....
“Excuse me?” The whispered question was faint amid the bustle of a Friday evening sidewalk. Wrapped up in my own impatience to get home, I didn’t realize he was speaking to me.