Smiling Is Not Required

Yesterday, while at a gas station, a stranger locked unfriendly, cold eyes on mine for about ten seconds. I had no intention of writing about him, but I just spent forty minutes in meditation, asking to be shown what to write here next. I don’t want to say I regret asking. But I confess to…

Thank You WordPress Community

Writing a post which directly addresses the general blog public is always risky, I think. It always sounds like a good idea until you do it and then get birds chirping which can be interpreted as eyes rolling or crotch-grabbing or plain old yawning followed by the continued scroll through the reader feed. You just…

Opening the Door, Letting My Shadow In

I’m so excited, I’m not even sure where to begin. My heart used to gallop and beads of perspiration would hit me in every tight crevice imaginable whenever I published a revealing post about myself. I thought for sure that’s what was going to happen yesterday when I told the world about my prank phone…

I Once Had a Penchant for Making Prank Calls

Back in the day, before there was caller I.D., I developed a penchant for making prank calls. At eighteen, access to new adulthood was exotic and heady, there were so many choices of irresistable rules for breaking, calling strangers in the middle of the night to rouse them from slumber and then hang up seemed…