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... Continue Reading →

Shaking My Head. [14 Dec 2014

...a memorable day, notsomuch.   However.   This evening delivered a little too much excitement. Law enforcement. 100+ kids on our street. A maliciously thrown rock through my neighbor's front window for folly. Half a dozen homes on our street calling for more police (the first car appeared 50 minutes after my first call; I... Continue Reading →

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