Monthly Archives: May 2013

Cat Acupuncture

The other day, I had to take my cat to the veterinarian. I say “had to” like it was necessary – but in retrospect, I’m really not so sure. Well, for sure I don’t know if the acupuncture part was necessary. The thing that led me to transfer the cat to a medical facility across town — the cat, I might add, who meowed in protest, not so much about the drive I’m certain but about the musical choices as […]

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*#&% Cancer

Having written about cancer a number of times, I’m starting to resent that it’s using me as its publicity agent.  I don’t like cancer.  In fact, I can use a word here that I have made a concentrated effort to never use in my lifetime, but today I will: I absolutely HATE* cancer.  Don’t have a bit of use for it. Last night, I had unexpected visitors drop by for an unscheduled social visit who brought with them an unwanted, […]

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Hey, YOU! “I don’t like your girlfriend.”

So go the lyrics to the song of the same title, written by Antonio Reid and Avril Ramona Lavigne and it’s a catchy anthem to anyone whose heart has ever gotten stuck in the triangular blender of love.  If you haven’t heard it, look it up on YouTube.  It’s the ultimate bratty, stick-your-tongue-out, “Nyah-Nyah” in your face, kind of song.  And I like it.  Because it’s true. It will never cease to amaze me how music can make the soundtrack […]

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Sweet Ol’ Sourpuss.

You know the old saying, “If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”  Last night I heard a man say that turning lemons into lemonade means you had to have also been given a few pounds of sugar, too. Could it be, that some people are so overcome by life’s bitterness, that it overwhelms the fact that there is plenty of sweetness present and that it gets overlooked? Yeah.  That does seem to be the go-to wiring for a lot of […]

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Fallon Hotel – Chapter Seven

The bubbled antique glass of the Columbia Gazette Office felt cool against her forehead as Jeri leaned against it.  Against her will, she found herself panting like a dog and figured it was her body’s defense mechanism against stress.  At her feet, Andy sat in enforced decompression mode.  Jeri had pulled him out of the Fallon Hotel in such a hurry that he screamed as though she had forcefully pinched him or caused him some form of intense and unusual […]

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