He is drunk with power. He raises his little fists in victory as Sam set the plate with peanut butter on toast in front of him. Peanut butter on toast is a very special and specifically monitored treat, only allowed when his brother is away. His dad told Sam Read more…
Wednesday’s hump was sizable. I revised the About page on the blog. It is normally not a noteworthy endeavor but as happens when you avoid doing something, everything is that much weightier when you finally get around to it. I haven’t been inspired to make any notes from The Middle Read more…
Erica doesn’t much care about what she wears as long as it doesn’t itch. Her sister tired of her wearing the same black stretch pants and men’s sweaters, so she became her personal shopper. Meaghan has good “fashion sense” and calls herself a “fashionista”. Erica thinks the terms sound asinine Read more…
There wasn’t another house like Marjorie’s on the block. All the other houses had become more angular, there was more cement and raw wood. Marjorie had never fit in, not since the day she moved in forty years ago. She couldn’t even sign for her own mortgage back then, she Read more…
They had been in bed for twenty-four hours. Literally twenty-four hours! Like characters in a low-budget movie, where the girl with matted hair and smeared eyeliner is impossibly hot, and they guys is addict skinny but has great skin and a smile that slays you. Just like that, except Jonas Read more…
The Golden Globes are this Sunday and Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are hosting. That should be fun – as far as awards shows go. I have a love/hate relationship with them. They’re broad and far-reaching, and generally miss the mark when tallying the “Best” of whatever they’re awarding. There Read more…
As time passes and the cells tire I find my vice count dwindling. Some things I’ve simply gotten smarter about, like smoking. There is still a Pavlovian trigger when I see an image or movie from France, Spain or Italy, but the desire to follow through and actually stick a Read more…
I’ve written in the past about being a lover of lists. Not necessarily lists of Bests and Worsts, they can be too simplistic. But I love that lists can make order out of chaos simply by lining up data. I have piles of books and notebooks full of quotes, aphorisms, Read more…