A Driving Force
“Don’t embarrass me today.” Surely she was not talking to me. “Don’t shout that you love me when I get out like you did yesterday.” I guess she was talking to me.
A Recipe for Love
What if I write a story and you write a song, and we go to a big bookstore and invite people to hear our artistic pieces? It’s as if my son and I had it all planned out. We didn’t, but it happened anyway.
Addicted
My name is Lisa and I am a user…of words. I was a casual user in the beginning. All talk. Then someone pushed a No. 2 in my hand and a Big Chief tablet under by nose.
They may be cute and fuzzy, but they’re not living here!
“The hamster must go!” I would declare the next morning. But Morgan, and my own two boys, promised to prevent another escape…Harry stayed another day and another night – which, by the way, for hamsters, is reversed.
The 4th of July in November
I’ve chosen this lucky day to post my first ever paid-to-be-published piece here, blasting it into cyberspace amidst the dust of comets and stars and words that live forever.