Glenda’s name may have meant good and kind, but she was the supervisor from Hell. Her most famous words were, “Rules are there for a reason,” but after a while, it became clear that the rules were for everyone but Glenda. She arrived one morning looking like she’d walked out of an 80s Whitesnake video—without the cloud of smoke. But we didn’t need smoke to warn us. … [Read more...] about CRIME ABOUT IT! #1–Glenda the Bad Witch
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HAVE A !%$*&@! DAY
My gym schedules regular aquatic exercise classes. On those days, I have to get there at just the right time. I have to squeeze myself between the scheduled classes. Normally, that’s fine. Today, there was someone in each lane. Now, we’re required to share a lane if necessary, but it can be a tight squeeze. Sometimes squashing my swimming into half a lane irritates my … [Read more...] about HAVE A !%$*&@! DAY
Smiling in the face of fear
Raising my girls is the scariest, most wonderful thing I've ever done. Publishing Symphony of Dreams is probably second on the list. I must admit it's neck and neck with being part of a live improv show which I did last Saturday. However, in an improv show, you work with others in the crew and the show is over within--say--two hours. In publishing, you're out there solo. And … [Read more...] about Smiling in the face of fear
For the good of us all
I was in the mall the other day looking for back to school clothes for an eight-year-old. I'm surprised they haven't added a make-up counter in the girl's section. Do they make spike heels for children? The dresses I've posted can be found right now in back to school sections in malls across the country. Girl's sizes 7-16. Last week, I was listening to the Today show and … [Read more...] about For the good of us all
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 sure how long I’d been there, but my clothes had already … [Read more...] about The last night of summer
