Still, I stalked you. I ran names and TV shows into your Google bar. I tried to see the picture of the disgusting parasite that my Anguillan massage therapist picked up on an anthropological dig in Belize.
I’ve got a flash fiction piece up at this webzine funky site.
Nice company to be in though there appears to be a problem on my end with apostrophes morphing into question marks,
My local paper has a Thursday section called The Legal Organ. I love everything about this,
Putting the final touches on a family vacation and I have to confess: I love planning.
Men who read are sexy. As long as they are not reading self help books.
Whoever said that thing about opinions being like assholes- that everyone has one –was right.
My husband always asks me, “Where did you find them?” When I bring home a new friend or speak of a new acquaintance.
A friend told me about a writing contest that rewards the best rejected piece.
There is something to be said about change. Either is really sucks or it is a good good thing.
A letter from a VP or my new curse word.
the email read:
If you’ve flown in First Class on one of 20 reconfigured A320s then you know that we blew it on the overhead bins by putting everything but the kitchen sink up there (e.g.
