“I don’t work and I don’t wear cheap clothes.” ****
Tag: short stories
rubber bands
I am trying to figure out how to transport a chicken stew – just enough liquid to incite disaster – to my parents’. It’s a thank you for watching my ornery cat for the life-changing two weeks while I was in LA, or maybe a thank you for permitting me a life-changing experience, I’m not…
a tidbit (teaching 1)
We were all sharing our Halloween costumes. “Miss Piggy,” said one little girl (I thought, anyway). “Oh!” I exclaimed, “Miss Piggy! I love Miss Piggy! That’s so fun, what a great costume!” “No,” said the little girl firmly, shaking her head and looking at me with a level of derision usually reserved for clerks in…
a glimpse (men seeing you)
A friend was visiting Brooklyn so we went to the bar down the street, which featured a band that was from down the street too. Six or seven tables were in front of them, three or four condensation-covered drink remnants on top of those, and someone cheeky drifting around in the middle of it all….
What the Hell is On My Face? 