Category: memoirs

The Birds

This morning, standing outside in my bathrobe coaxing a young bird out of our apple tree, alternately flapping my elbows and waving a syringe full of lukewarm oatmeal, it suddenly occurs to me that I have gone mad. Quite, quite mad. I know. It should have occurred to […]

Gun Girl

       I’ve never made a secret of the fact that I come from a long line of hunters. Well, at least that’s what I’ve always been led to believe, and growing up in close proximity to my dear old Grandpa, this fact took on a mythical quality. Many an […]

Home Truths

You don’t get to be my age without learning a few hard lessons in life. Granted, I’m (only) 52, but given the fact I am weirdly accident prone, who knows whether today I might trip over a rollerskate and puncture my jugular on a drinking straw? In case […]

Flash Fiction: The Hiding Place

“I ain’t ‘fraid of the dark.” “Me neither.” “Don’t be stupid, Brucey, everybody knows you are.” “Well, I ain’t!” Kip rolled his eyes. Brucey had moved so close in the dark Kip could feel him shaking. “Git off me, then!” Kip elbowed his brother aside, but there wasn’t […]

The Sniffing

We’ve all heard the “experts” say that if you can smell it on yourself, you’re wearing too much – To which I reply: Hogwash! There is no such thing as too much of a good thing. What is more, I don’t wear colognes or perfumes for anyone besides […]