Category: scribbler

            two weeks. two thursdays. no tears.

Most of the time I think my writing is self-indulgent, that I’m writing into a…

She was only 42 when she started missing her period and at first we thought…

I’m looking for houses again. I have no money and I’m so Grey Gardens tied…

I don’t know about little boys, hell, it becomes more and more apparent each day…

I see them on the streets & the subways. The pretty girls. The really pretty…

Okay, I’ve already admitted to & been sanctified as, having more than a wee touch…

Sometimes when I go to a meeting or a presentation, or unfortunately even when I’m…

I’ve been seriously ill and hospitalized twice with colitis.  Colitis is all about blood and…

That was the title of a book on my parents shelf as I was growing up. I…

I open my eyes to a greasy tin ceiling & the smell of oil and gasoline.I’m…

I’m a total critter chick. Given the choice, I’ll almost always choose four legs over…

As in, given a choice, which would you choose? Thanks to the “economic downturn” I…

I can see my cat’s teeny pink boy nipples. I have the most annoying cat…

“The elevens are up” – a reference to the two cords on the back of a…

I can smell a sharkskin suit and a pair of gators from a block away….

  I drove blind pig drunk for five accident & ticket free years. Part of that time I…

It takes me time to figure out how I feel. Most people can name that…

The voices in my head are chitter chatter chitter chatter never ending — some days…

I am roasting a chicken. I’m not hungry – and I don’t plan on having…