Meet the Teacher Night – A Stutterers Nightmare
When obligatory interactions like Meet the Teacher night at my son’s new school come along, I immediately start obsessing over the possible interactions I may have to make.…
When obligatory interactions like Meet the Teacher night at my son’s new school come along, I immediately start obsessing over the possible interactions I may have to make.…
Food, a topic that seems to make a house undivided, or, at least, not at each others throats……
Peanut Jimmies peers through the glass of my backdoor, watching me enjoy the nice weather March brings for Floridians. This furry girl somehow combines sulk with adamancy. She’s lazy about wanting to come outside, but…
In my early 20’s I was a borderline squatter. I can name two states I lived in for a full year in which you cannot find a single connection to me living there. No utility…
“I like this picture of me. It was taken probably four years ago or so.” Becky swipes through her phone with a slow, unsure movement. “Then this one is also nice, this was just a…
This title may be a little misleading. I wasn’t visiting, per say, a Clarksville, FL gas station. I was passing through on my way to Tallahassee, and my husband suggested we take the ‘pretty route’,…
As I roll out of bed, carefully using the palms of my hands and not my back to lift myself up, the reality of my immortality sinks in. No, it’s not a revelation. The thought…