Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Wow. The line is out the door. I guess dying young will do that. Everyone you know is still alive. At least it’s not raining. Finally. Through the door! Damn. It’s like the line for Space Mountain. At least there’s music. Hmmm? What’s that song? What a Wonderful Life. That’s perfect.… Continue reading The Ear Worm
Bonnie woke the entire house, again. Screaming. “NO!!! Help me MOMMY!!” For the third night in a row, Lana tried to make sense of Bonnie’s sobbing words. “The monster melts people!” “It was only a bad dream sweetheart. Close your eyes. Mommy will stay till you go back to sleep.” In the morning, Bonnie again… Continue reading Stranger Dreams
What would he say when he saw them? Sparkly and pink, they matched her t-shirt and her lip gloss. Or would have, if she’d been brave enough to wear lip gloss. Baby steps. That’s her plan. Painted nails today. Maybe painted lips next week. What was she so afraid of? She needed to live her… Continue reading Born This Way
Ben was patient. He could wait. No couples or guys. Girls or little kids or moms were best. He could outrun them. His back ached but he’d wait. For the perfect target. SPLAT! Shock. Fear. Relief. Then anger or laughter. Run or bow? That space of unknown. That moment. Perfection. This 280 character tale about… Continue reading TWBB* Strikes Again
She used to worry. Why was she so unhappy? He gave her everything. Every day his people came. They made sure that every part of her body was taut and sleek and limber. Masseuses and yogis. Stylists and waxers. Doctors and manicurists. Poking and prodding. Smoothing and stretching. Watching. Then they’d go. And she’d be… Continue reading She Used To Worry
Its big eyes just stared unblinking for a minute. “What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last. Its tone surprised me. Such a soft sweet voice it had! Oozed like honey. Regret briefly crossed my mind. I pushed it back. “Doesn’t matter.” I replied. “I’m just following orders.” This 50 word piece of… Continue reading Just Following Orders
Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed. Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill. Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.” I clearly am reveling in the dark this… Continue reading The End: Metaphor or Simile?
God she was exhausted. The constant questions. The scrutiny. Knowing she was being judged. Constantly. About every single thing. Her friends had tried to warn her but she didn’t listen. “It’s not like I’m new at this this.” Her naïve arrogance dripping off her words. But California isn’t like New York they insisted. Now she… Continue reading Bad Decisions
Spiders from Mars. That’s the first thing that came into her head when she saw it. Thinking of Ziggy Stardust made her smile. She’d always loved Bowie. But that thing—whatever that thing was supposed to be—most certainly did not make her smile. The assignment had been simple enough. Create an original art piece for her… Continue reading Star Crossed Lovers & The Spiders from Mars
It had been sixty years since she had stood on that pathway but her mind struggled to contain the same flood of emotions she had felt on that last night. Fear. Shame. Anger. Grief. Such bottomless grief. Emotions unleashed unwanted memories They shouldn’t have done it. They had no right. She didn’t belong to… Continue reading Her Silent Secrets
