Stink Bug with Writer’s Block Contemplates Suicide
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Archive for the ‘Stranger Than Fiction’ Category
You’ve Heard About The Time Traveler’s Wife?
Note: My husband’s been very busy.
Goldipockets
I just want a pair of jeans with no designs on the pockets, ones that aren’t bleached or torn to look old, ones that don’t hang like saddlebags on my hips, ones that I don’t have hem or loosen the waist by moving the button, ones that fall below the waist but don’t look like […]
The Outer Space Upside-Down Update
1. Hanging Out 2. Homeward Bound 3. Got Your Back 4. Look Ma No Hands Thanksgiving in Outer Space: My sister Trish’s astronaut brother-in-law (and my one time wedding party escort at her wedding) has emailed a second batch of photos from space shuttle Endeavour’s space station mission. The latest update from NASA is that […]
Just Your Average Morning in Outer Space
1. Breakfast in Space 2. Don’t forget to brush. 3. The Class Picture (notice the astronauts holding themselves down and the woman astronaut’s hair flying up). 4. Gravity-free Recess Post notes: The above photos were emailed to my sister Trish whose brother-in-law is Astronaut Stephen Bowen (pictured in the first photo on the right). Stephen […]
They Grow on Trees
Colleen to Katherine, Zephyr Farm neighbor: “Hey, can I bring an apple crisp to Thanksgiving dinner this year? Joe and I have gone apple picking twice this season and we have apples all over the house.”
The Off Record Interview: Pretty Much Zip
I had planned to interview my friend, Mara, sometime during the two day poetry symposium we attended recently. I knew I’d be blogging about it, and if she won for her either of the two presentations she was scheduled to give, I’d be writing a story for The Floyd Press. I thought maybe I’d ask […]
The Blob Gets Blogged at the Hotel Floyd
Joe and I watched the Red Sox win the World Series and The Blob simultaneously on two of the three flat screen TVs in the Hotel Floyd Writer’s Suite this weekend. Mostly he watched the Red Sox and I watched the Blob and we periodically visited each other. Besides The Blob – the 1958 B […]
The Red Present
My girlfriend, Juniper, called me from her cell phone on her way to the airport. She was headed for “The City of Love,” San Francisco, to visit one of her sons and was wearing a poppy flower in her hair for the occasion. I can always tell that it’s Juniper when I pick up the […]
