After the Show
I’ve never been a fan of crowds. Riding metro after an event in DC, sweaty, stinky bodies pressed together, is my version of hell. Continue reading
I don’t know what’s with writing today. This too could become something longer (and wanted to). Argh.
Another One Bites the Dust (or Got Milk?)
“That’s the last blind date I set you up on,” Dave tells Cara. “Zeb is a nice guy. What was wrong with him? In your oh-so-humble opinion.” Continue reading
Despite the fact that quite a bit of the day was overcast, I felt like spring might finally be here. The flowers and trees and birds are doing their best to support this philosophy. The cowbirds and catbirds have returned. It was so nice yesterday to step outside as evening was falling and hear the catbirds. Continue reading
Quality Express hotel doesn’t exist anywhere (that I know of) except in my mind.
It Ain’t Me, Babe
It’s Friday night at the Quality Express. The lights in the bar are low. Candles flicker on tables. It’s more ambiance than you’d expect for a hotel that caters to business travelers. Continue reading
Princess of Self-Discovery
Come to Orlando, they said. Sing at the Park, they said. You’ll be discovered, they said. Continue reading
but this time it’s a good thing.
Last night I was desperately (that in itself was probably part of the problem) trying to ketchup with the A to Z challenge, get my Friday Fictioneers story done, because I hate to miss that one, and maybe get some poetry written. Continue reading
He grabs my hand. “Let’s cross the bridge.” Continue reading