My best friend’s husband winked at me during dinner. We had just sat down, poured our second cough*fourth*cough glasses of wine, and were laughing about some nonsense thing my co-worker had said about her cat hating to be dressed up in hats. Referring to a long-ago disaster of a date, I simply said, “hats aren’t…
It was broken. Smashed. Beyond repair. My son’s highchair, with its cute little wooden tray where he learned to eat, paint, and sometimes paint with his food but somehow learn to not eat paint, is still a sad little reminder of my less-than-stellar track record with rage. Yes, I lost my $@#t. I wasn’t mad…
Or, how to stop worrying and love the singularity It’s 2023, and I, like every other writer out there, have played with ChatGPT. Under the guise of a cynical ‘stick-poking’ (that was, in reality, hiding my acute, gut-withering fear that a robot finally has taken over the task I not only am able to do,…
“If you leave everything to the last minute… it only takes a minute.” Said the hare (probably) to himself, as he rolled over on his soft tuft of grass and enjoyed a few more moments of rest. This Christmas season, if you find yourself maybe a little upset, maybe a little disappointed, probably a whole…
We’ll call her Jeanine, and she’s had a terribly long day. After hours of walking up and down the paved streets of her city’s crowded central shopping district and not seeing a single shopfront that has what she needs, frustration has given way to boredom. Jeanine has been looking for a particular style of dress,…