Starbucks: Fireside Eavesdropping.

Dear loud nasal-voiced woman sitting over my left shoulder, Stop talking. Please. We three writers sitting quietly by the fireplace are cringing and wincing, shooting each other rolling-eyes about your “how annoying boss, Bob” and how late meeting invites were ignored. The rapid-fire banality of your workplace drama and gossip–Diana is a slut, AND she…

Give In, Not Give Up.

And they tell me the only thing I can do is pray. It’s so powerful, so mighty, so positive. So why do I feel so powerless, so scrawny, so angry? (This is far from my usual mode of positivity and optimism.) One of you has been betrayed. It is clear from your posts that your…

Eavesdrop.

“So, it’s not so special they picked you. You just under-bid everyone else.” -Wife to husband at dinner table to my left.   There are times I must pray for the underdog…poor bastard.