The Pong to Her Ping: Neck-Stretcher Part II
The following bawdy poem makes reference to a comment in this post. This one’s for you, Sue and Donna.
Rock-a-Bye Inbox
My dad calls our family the Leaky-Eyed-Scotts, because great emotion — both positive and negative — has the capacity to lubricate our tear ducts. It’s not surprising, therefore, that I cried the first time I saw a baby delivered. I’d seen Read More …
Bowling for Words – How the Number of Pins You Knock Down Might Just Be Related to Your Writing
The last time I bowled with people who were taller than three feet, and whose attention span lasted until their ball reached the end of the alley, I was eighteen. I was in Japan, the honored guest of a Lions Read More …
Because My Every Thought Is of You…
Who says you have to seize up when seated at the computer for ten hours in a row? Read More …
Blog Cultures, Lexicons, and What the Heck Should I Call My Readership?
Years ago, my brother gave me the book The Alchemist for Christmas. Some people criticize it as simplistic, but 65 million people appear to have another opinion. Within writing circles, it’s often referenced as a classic example of a quest story. It employs archetypal characters, a clearly Read More …
The Attention Whore Asks, Did I Take a Wrong Turn at Ascorbic Acid?
Ever have one of those days where the metaphoric wax gets yanked off, and even as you admire the sight of pink, unfurred skin, you’re saying an indignant, “Ow. Ow. OW!”? Me neither, although if I did allow a beautician within three Read More …
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