This is where I spew truthiness at you. I have zero inspiration for blogging this week. That being said, I shall now share with you the vile culprits of time suckage that have been distracting me as of late. Prime Suspect: Facebook. That asshole. Suspect A: Dog-shaming. I mean, really. Dog owners take a photo of … Continue reading Duchess of the Time Suck: You’re Welcome.
The Folklore in the Water
I once worked with a beautiful girl from Africa. She was one of the smartest girls I've ever met, as well as stunning. Her long, thin body was punctuated with a round face and happy eyes. Her voice was thick and it was easy to imagine her tongue as a ripened fruit. One day, she spoke … Continue reading The Folklore in the Water
Set in Stone
I've been known to randomly launch into a writing frenzy on occasion. It's not always good and it's not always bad, but writing is always fun and I never know where my imagination might go. *********** “I don’t care much for the looks of this one.” “Why not? He looks good to me.” “Oy! I … Continue reading Set in Stone
I am Powerless to the Karaoke
At one time, I hosted karaoke shows at our friend's bar and I was what some folks would call The KJ (like DJ only for karaoke). I love to sing, regardless of my skill, and I love seeing other people have a great time. After a while, I decided it was more fun in the … Continue reading I am Powerless to the Karaoke
Do Not Listen to What I am Saying
I recently had the opportunity to speak with a young artist. You know the kind: fresh faced, energetic, so full of ideas they can’t sit still. He was talking to me about his art when he sank into his chair enough for me to notice. Being both concerned and nosey, I asked him what was … Continue reading Do Not Listen to What I am Saying
It’s called The Out Post. Every Friday night you can hop in and enjoy an evening of bluegrass with a gaggle of regulars wearing more plaid than you can shake a stick at. It’s the kind of place where old church pews sit next to old theater seats. It’s the kind of place where everyone … Continue reading Where the Grass is Blue
Where the Grass is Blue
Why not open with a story about poop?
I thought long and hard about what I might talk about in my first post. There are so many things I’ll be exploring here that I felt the most perfect decision would be to share one of my most horrific memories. Of course, this might tell you enough about me. Let’s hope your constitution can … Continue reading Why not open with a story about poop?
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