Take a Letter, Maria

Address it to my friend Doug. Dear Doug, I don’t have a Maria in my life so I have to write my own letters. This letter is for you, and you no doubt get the musical reference, corny as it is. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and would have called except I…

Vi Chronicles: In Which Peggy Lou is NOT Washing Any More Dishes

Of course, you know about my big sister, Peggy Lou. I’ve mentioned her here a few times. There was the night she took my brother and me to visit the devil who lived at the church in town, and that other time she let me go canoeing by myself. One might think that Peggy Lou…

It’s not blinking it’s winking…

That’s what I’m telling myself right now because the page is empty and the cursor is expecting me to do something but I’m not sure what to do. It’s just blinking and I don’t know whether to turn right or turn left. Should I tell the story about the swing in my uncle’s back yard…

It’s a small world after all. Or is it?

I’ve become friendly with the guy who runs the garage where I take my car. I first took it there because it was conveniently located across the street from my employer. That was a couple of jobs ago. I still take it there because I can always talk to Sam about my car without him…

Off Balance

I was on a roll for awhile. I was a rolling stone. There was no moss in sight. The train had left the station, there was no stopping me, the wheels were turning… And it felt so good. I felt so alive, so on top of my game. I was getting everything done, waking up…

Bird Lessons

As I approached the sliding doors to my workplace this morning, I noticed a small bird sitting motionless in front of a bench to the right of the entrance. Something didn’t seem quite right, so I stopped and watched it for a minute. I’m not sure what kind of bird it was-small, fluffy, yellow beak…It…

The Secret Files

Although I stopped blogging for awhile, I never stopped writing. I started a journal around the time I backed off from blogging. I’d written in a journal here and there over the years but never with any consistency. Anyone who knows me well knows that I am an enthusiastic starter of things but am not,…

My Pretty Little City

Punctuation Hurts My Feelings

My friend, GG, wrote me the other day. She works in a university library and spends a lot of time with students. She told me she just found out that she’s some kind of passive aggressive witch because she punctuates her texts. As you can imagine, I was intrigued. I asked for more information. She…

Life’s Dilemmas

While driving home tonight I listened to a report on NPR about a sex offender who had recently been released from prison and just moved to my town. There is a law that allows the police to release a community notice about sex offenders. It usually posts the person’s picture, name, registered address and the…