Why do we say “needless to say,” only to follow with the unneeded? [eD note: this is, perhaps, not the most judicious edit of “needless to say,”] I need to say, as of late, I’m exhausted. This might be the… Read More ›
Rambling
A Small Wedge of Pi
In general nothing is free, but sometimes nothing will set you back a few shillings. I know, grammatically speaking, I couldn’t be more wrong. And, by the way, who still uses shillings? Let me try to explain. Since I started… Read More ›
When the Going Gets Stuff
The movers will arrive in exactly one week. We will cram our stuff into cardboard boxes labeled stuff. We will pack our bags and collapse the bugaboo, and probably attach a few “free” post-it notes to the lamps and fans… Read More ›
Words in Spirals
Today is a good day. My fellow blogger JellyPom included me among her list of blogs for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. First and foremost, thank you (I will pass along the award in another post)! When dudes are jumping out of… Read More ›
Some Like it Hot
I rushed out of the office in the East Bay, changed into jeans in the parking lot between the two open doors to my incredibly hip rental car, and then finally pointed my compass southwest towards SFO. The bags under… Read More ›
Cutta to the Chase
He must of have been a problem solver at his day job. He stood in a coach’s stance, his Prada glasses pinched tight against a red nose pointed up at me. To avoid any doubt, that made him shorter than… Read More ›
What’d You Call Me?
What’d you call me? Though usually superfluous and rhetorical in nature, I must profess that I absolutely love this question – in fiction, and in life. Why? Because most often, when asked, we already know the answer. But for some… Read More ›
Filthy Guilt
At times, I write out of guilt. That has to be a bad thing, right? It’s a wasted emotion, an attachment to judgment, something endured by lapsed Catholics. Guilt is nothing but a filthy animal. Truth is, I don’t really… Read More ›
Defensive Driving
A good friend of mine, way back in the day, was pulled over on his way to an early morning hockey practice. A “new car” scented tree hung from the rear view mirror in his spotless Acura. “License and registration?”… Read More ›
The Moment Before
58 minutes … Like whitespace in a painting, I can feel my heart rest. Anticipation. How many Nintendo games did I unwrap at Christmas as a kid? God, I was spoiled. I was lucky. But I enjoyed it. It wasn’t… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 