March 13, 2010 in Storytime
Most humans think of dust bunnies as harmless little bits of fluff that lurk under the couches and beds of their homes. They seldom think about these seemingly harmless little creatures, but dust bunnies have been around for centuries and are so integral to the lives of the humans they share a home with that without them most homes would be destroyed.
December 22, 2009 in Storytime
Betty had invited me to her Christmas Eve party weeks ago, and I had given her my usual noncommittal assurance that I’d be there. We were friends from long ago, going all the way back to college. She was an energetic, whip-smart, sassy, and all-around caring person, who saw through the bull of ordinary life with some kind of inner X-ray vision. Nothing seemed to trouble her, and I envied that immensely. She could brush off the downturns in life, and revel in the good times, having a knack for knowing how to have a good time in any circumstance. I knew her party would be a happening affair, with booze, and conversation, and games, and all sorts of interesting happenings.
December 21, 2009 in Storytime
There she was, across the street. I watched her, boots crunching across the snowy sidewalk, talking on her cell, shopping bag over one arm, curly dirty-blonde hair cascading from beneath her red knit cap.
The day before Christmas, and it was as if five years melted away, and I could smell her perfume and see her lip tremble, sitting there in the coffee shop. Mid-day, and she had called to ask if we could have coffee, and it was a delight, because I wasn’t supposed to see her until that evening, a Christmas Eve alone, together, with good wine and a roaring fire and the ring, residing in my inner jacket pocket.
November 24, 2009 in Storytime
She watched her red pumps interrupting the lines of the hardwood floor. These shoes always cut in a little at the base of her pinky toe. You couldn’t tell by looking at them, but the steady pressure there would turn to pain in a short amount time.
“Here we are” the waiter said as he pulled out a chair, obviously meant for her. She sat down and crossed her legs at the ankles as He mumbled something in the way of a thanks to the waiter in the background. He ordered a bottle of Chardonnay, telling the waiter that was her favorite no its not and informed him that they were celebrating tonight.
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