Huh?
Welcome to the inside of my mind. Sorry for the clutter. While in the realm of nonfiction, let me just say memory is a lousy filer. To the best of my recollections the following actually happened. Hopefully none of it will hold up in court, being hearsay from an unreliable witness.
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This Is Not Vegas
Sartre’s most famous quote* is printed on a sticker that adorns my laptop. It was given to me by a friend that knows me so well. There is no fiery afterlife pit, only the one in this life that people create for others. I believe there is a special circle of this perdition reserved for
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The Almost-Barn Swallow Victims
I’m in pajamas, slippers, & a light corduroy jacket, in a downpour with 60 mph gusts. & I’m wielding a chainsaw. No, these are not the opening words to my confession of a killing spree. There are some who might not put it past me, but I continue to maintain that I’m not inclined to
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Would You Like a Side of Tumor with That?
On one occasion that I almost blundered into my untimely demise I can place the blame on my childhood obsession with swashbuckling & the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Having a weird luck has kept me from ever being arrested or seriously injured by acts of peril. My Grim would be a different Reaper that
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O Husband, Where Art Thou?
My first marriage was ideal in terms of amicability & mutual respect. From one vantage point it was an arranged marriage, though I don’t want to step on any cultural toes. My husband could only have been more absent if he were a ghost. Which suited us both, me being queer & he just wanting
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For Whom the Siren Screams
It doesn’t take much cause for me to question my sanity. Although that makes one kind of ripe for gaslighting, I only fell prey to someone who used such tactics once. Not long into the relationship it dawned on me. I stayed as long as I did out of empathy. I had hope this deeply
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& The Oscar Goes To…
Peer pressure is anathema to me. Mild cajoling if I’m only vaguely disinterested doesn’t count. But once I’ve outright voiced a negatory & wheedling continues, I get miffed. Woe to the person who tries to guilt trip me into activities I don’t want to engage in! That’s a dirty thing to do to anyone, especially
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