I’m Hungry. But am I hungry?
The Write to Right, Form vs. Formula, 5 circumstances in which you could use your writing. Out of the 5 I came up with, I chose #5: "I could write…
Hider in the House. Episode 3
The next thing I knew, my face was kissing the counter and Thomas was bent over me, his hand at the base of my neck holding me there. I panicked. What was he going to do? Rape me? Slit my throat? Torture me? He’d seemed so…semi-normal. Hadn’t he?
When Life Hands You Shit, Start Shoveling
it was like God saying, of course you can’t stop writing. No matter how much shit gets thrown at you. (I’m paraphrasing, of course.) And then He said, “I’ll help you shovel.”
Addiction to The Forbidden Bean
What if you had an addiction to a substance for which there was no rehab? What if you couldn’t tell anyone about your addiction? In Tee Rutledge I may have…
Days Like This
Yesterday began with my brilliant idea to teach my husband to brew coffee. I suggested it would be nice if he occasionally had coffee ready when I came downstairs in…
A Barista Bemoans
A Barista Bemoans 1. “I wanted that iced.” Usually spoken at the hand-off counter by a customer who doesn’t know the difference between an iced drink and a hot one…