The Himalayas The twins, the ladies, the girls, the sisters, the Himalayas: Whatever you call them, you want to keep them as safe as possible. I went for a mammogram on Wednesday morning. First thing I did was sit down with the intake person. I had to fill out some forms, answer a few questions….
Tag: bully
The last night of summer
The door squeaked opened. Footsteps approached. “Someone else is in here,” I thought, scrambling up from the cool tile, clunking my head against the bottom of the stall wall. Mama would have been mortified had she seen my pale face resting against that bathroom floor. But where else could I calm my stomach? I wasn’t…
In my dreams
I awoke from a dream before 5 am, heart pounding. There were no zombies, no shadows chasing me across dark parking lots, no threat of my untimely demise–just a room full of strangers. I was supposed to be speaking at some sort of conference, but no one would acknowledge my presence. They just kept talking…
What makes a bully?
For Audio I used to live near this woman named Melanie. Melanie’s girls were 3, 5, 8, and 10. For a while, every time my niece, Nicole, came to my house, she’d play with the 8 year old. Well, one morning, Nicole went over, hoping for some fun. She was back a minute later. She…
Something To Say
Hey, y’all. For months, Cynthia’s been after me to write somethin’ for her website. Now, I don’t think I’ve really got much to say. Well, nothing that hasn’t been said before in one way or another. But she says I’m wrong about that. That I need to step right up to the microphone, so to…
Rachel’s Challenge
Rachel Scott wrote that one day she wanted to touch millions of hearts. She believed if one person went out of their way to show compassion, it could start a beautiful chain reaction. But she didn’t live long enough to prove her theory. She was killed at the Columbine shootings in 1999. That year, Rachel’s…
Black and Blue
Two months ago: Blue glares at Black and mumbles something between clenched teeth. Weeks later: When Black thinks things are okay, Blue shoots him a dirty stare, a nasty comment. Black tries to let it go. “I haven’t done anything to him.” Blue pushes. “Why can’t he just leave me alone?” Black wonders. Then comes…
Crossing Lines
I was sitting in a lobby Thursday morning waiting for an oil change. The television was blaring the breaking news of the Northwest. I sat down just in time to hear about the Seattle attorney who had apparently reached his limit with people ignoring parking space lines. He was arrested for keying car doors of…
Critique: First, do no harm
Disclaimer: The events depicted in this blog took place sometime between the years 2004 and the present. At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed. Incidents may be embellished. I am, after all, a fiction writer. And since this is my blog, it is based on my opinion. But keep in mind,…
BS
In my thesaurus, BS is the first “word” listed under the verb, lie. I grew up in the Bible Belt where, at any and all gatherings, men cluster in remote areas of the yard trying to outdo each other with their “stories.” However, telling the truth was an expected way of life for children. Telling…