Why I Decided Not to Tackle the Strip-Club Metaphor (and Writer Unboxed Redirect)
You’ve heard the expression lady-balls, otherwise known as gonads or ovaries? The rebel in me adores the term. I bring this up because I own a pair. At least that’s what was said of me when I put up my latest Read More …
Would You Bet on the Stylist, the Plumber or the Doc?
A plumber, a hairdresser and a doctor walk into a bar. When the server returns, in addition to handing over their drinks, he issues each an identical box of 100 facial photos and a challenge: Sort the box’s contents into Read More …
Two Graduations and a Funeral (Plus Writer Unboxed Redirect)
To paraphrase Elmer Fudd, it’s been vewy vewy quiet around here, Zesties, though that peacefulness has not extended to my real life. Change #1: First, we lost our nearly twelve-year-old black lab mix, Maya. She developed a mass on her Read More …
Spring Sharesies (and Writer Unboxed Redirect)
There are lots of important goings-on going on, Zesties. I almost need to number them in order to keep track. In biologic news, I met the first mosquito of the season last night. We had the briefest of acquaintances before Read More …
A Note to My Zesties (+ Writer Unboxed Redirect)
Since yesterday was Easter, it seems fitting to make today’s post about two instances of resurrection. First, it’s time to breathe life back into this blog, which I let go quiet in order to finish drafting a novella. (More on Read More …
I Should Have Been Australian (Plus Writer Unboxed Redirects)
By what cruel twist of fate did we North Americans stack the Christmas holidays (with all their attendant business), New Years (with its desire to become an improved human being), and the Winter Solstice (with it’s fulsome darkness) into a Read More …
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