I am a woman who possesses an interesting range of enviable skills. Getting surgery is not on the list. One month ago, I broke my wrist. Later, an old friend said she thought with all I did, my bones would be strong. I told her they were. I had to use my full body weight … Read more
I usually write a gray mare rant annually on my birthday. I’m late, but that’s because I had to let it lay in the sun for a while until the varmints picked its bones clean. It needed to decompose a bit before I could articulate my feelings into language that wouldn’t scare the goats. Like … Read more
If her words didn’t matter, her father would lift his eyes from the television commercials and not busy his mouth with coffee. Her mother would stop dusting, looking sternly at the baseboards. If her words didn’t matter her boss would not interrupt her in time to claim the idea as his own. Her boyfriend would … Read more