• On Life

    Don’t Fork With Me

    I’ve had a post rattling around my head for weeks, but running around the state, cleaning out 47 years of accumulation, having freakin’ Sophie’s choice with every family heirloom, trying to do my job and somebody’s else’s, running around the state partaking in end-of-year activities for seven of my twelve nieces and nephews, and trying to be a good and present wife (among a gazillion other things not even worth mentioning)…well, being a “good blogger” dropped way down on the list. But the post wouldn’t die, and just kept bouncing around in that scary place called “my brain.” In rare moments of solitude (like during the quick 5-minute showers I…

  • A Serial Story

    A Serial Story: Part 2

    “Are you sure you weren’t followed?” Alfonso asked as he shut the door behind the blonde woman, a lock of shaggy dark hair flopping onto his large, lined forehead. He impatiently brushed it aside, as he turned to look at his visitor. “I’m not an amateur,” the blonde said derisively, as she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her purse. “That doesn’t answer my question,” Alfonso stated, staring at the woman with challenging eyes. In response, she rolled her own eyes. “Can I guarantee it? No. But obviously I don’t think I was followed, or I wouldn’t be here.” She lit a cigarette and sat down on the ragged…

  • On Life

    What If I’m Not Doing My Best?

    The meme we posted on our Facebook account (“Be gentle with yourself. You’re doing the best you can.”) got me to thinking. I’m not doing the best I can. I’m really not. I write a to-do list everyday. I have a pretty fuchsia-and-turquoise to-do list notepad that I got from Amazon and matching fuchsia and turquoise sharpie pens. I use them every day. When I write my daily to-do list, I only put things on it that I can realistically accomplish in a day, maybe two. So the list is basically one I can accomplish on any given day. And yet I rarely accomplish the whole list. If I have…

  • A Serial Story

    A Serial Story: An Introduction

    Since we love writing, one feature of this blog will be an ongoing collaborative story. To read it from the beginning, simply choose “A Serial Story” from the top menu or from the drop-down “Topics” menu on the right sidebar and read from bottom to top. If you’d like to collaborate, you’re welcome to! Simply contact us, and we’ll add you as a contributor, and you can add to the story whenever you’d like! Part 1 As he stood hidden in the evening shadows, he could tell that the object of his surveillance was up to no good. That didn’t surprise him in the least. What did surprise him was…

  • Synchronicity

    Where I Was Meant to Be

    The synchronicity started a couple of months ago. They were small. I didn’t know where they were leading. And then suddenly they were huge. And I thought they were my imagination. But then I discussed them with Mary and Susan, and they didn’t think I was crazy. They saw them, too. And at every step of the way, there were more and more and more and more synchronicities. And that has led me to this moment. It’s been both a baptism and trial by fire. But it has led me here. And here is where I was meant to be. Peace, y’all.