This morning as I sat writing, two eggs were boiling on the stove. I was not paying attention and the pot ran dry. When one of the eggs exploded and blew off the lid, I finally remembered I was cooking eggs. I am the pot I am the angry boiling pot, trying to keep the lid on, my mouth …
Slice of Life
There were a dozen broken eggs in Aisle 22, whose mess was it?
Tonight I went shopping for groceries. There were a dozen broken brown eggs in Aisle 22, whose mess was it? Did someone drop the eggs and then walk away? Whose mess was it? Perhaps the person who dropped the eggs was someone whose mother always picked up after them. Perhaps the person never …
My ponytail is on my desk in a ziplock bag, or why being impulsive is a good thing
My ponytail is sitting on my desk in a ziplock bag. It is no longer attached to my head. Soon I will put it in a padded envelope and mail it to Locks of Love, or some other place that makes wigs for children. And wigs for seniors. There are a few gray hairs in the ponytail. I meant to mail it …
