Yearly Archives: 2012

Confession

Posted on by February 25, 2020

I have to tell you something. As of this writing, I’ve singlehandedly gone through nearly a full handle of vodka in the last couple of days. The time kind of runs together. I’ve never done anything like this before. But it feels so right, the way I can hold the bottle just so before I tilt it up. The way the lid doesn’t like to stay screwed on. The fumes.

You know, they say vodka doesn’t smell like anything, but that’s not true. It’s similar to isopropyl rubbing alcohol. If I open the bottle in a stuffy room, the place takes on a faintly medicinal odor, as if what I was doing belonged in a hospital, like I might turn to the doctor next to me and ask if Nurse Green had given him a scalpel and could I borrow it for awhile.… Read the rest

Pay it Forward: The Ballet

Posted on by February 25, 2020

“I can’t.” Caroline stared at the laces that had just landed her in a heap.

“Honey, you did it last week.”

“I can’t.”

And no, today, she can’t. I hate being the one who has to constantly remind her, “you can you can you can”.  I hate sending her the mixed message that autism enhances her life while telling her to accomplish the things that autism makes damn nigh impossible. And I hate that I’m right when I do it.

Because she can tie her shoes. She can. Just not today.  Only she has to do it today, on a day when she can’t, or she’ll lose the muscle memory.… Read the rest

The Jester is OUT (but you can find me elsewhere)

Posted on by February 25, 2020

Hey there Jester fiends! I’ve been really busy this week. I’m helping out with the Nutcracker. I’ve been sewing on hooks and chasing small people in brightly colored costumes. I am, how do you say in this language? A zombie right now? But that’s actually a wonderful state for me for December, as it keeps me out of my own head.

However, AmyBeth Inverness, who is a kickass awesome writer herself, and whose writing, along with mine, appears in the Write on Edge Anthology Precipice, went and interviewed me for her blog. She asked some great questions, and if you head over there, you can find out who I think shot first, Han or Greedo.… Read the rest

Trifecta: Nonfiction

Posted on by February 25, 2020

Dear Scott,

I told you I can’t unlive the knife twisting ghost holidays. But every year with you is a year further away. And I trust your peaceful days and your level soul.

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Truthfully, the winter holidays will never be any of my favorite things. But Scott and his family make them manageable for me, so that I can avoid clouding my children’s impressions of the season. And if the stories that come out of those gatherings would be boring to anyone who wasn’t there, then they must have been good days indeed.

… Read the rest

A favor continued

Posted on by November 15, 2012

Check out part one of the story by the amazing Christine at Trudging Through Fog HERE:

http://trudgingthroughfog.wordpress.com/2012/11/13/a-favor/

“Please.” The woman continued looking away from Joan, who turned the bezoar with her tail.

“Unripe persimmons?”

“Yes.”  For the first time, the two regarded each other across the table, serpent and woman.

Joan said, “It’s the most common cause.” Her sibilant s’s seemed to soothe her patient. “But it can’t tell me anything.”

“Please!” The woman hefted her purse onto the table.

“No. Even without it, I think we can undo some of his damage.” She nodded to the woman’s ripe belly. “But we’re going to have to hurry.… Read the rest

The five-ninety nine-twenty five rule

Posted on by February 25, 2020

 

 

 

If everyone is driving five miles per hour above the speed limit, there is a 99% chance that upon seeing a cop, they’ll all drop to twenty miles under without giving adequate warning.

In the spirit of Andy Rooney’s 50-50-90 rule, Trifecta has asked us to come up with our own probability equations.

… Read the rest

Fiction: finally left

Posted on by July 12, 2023

It was because we had the fall open for the first time since we were five years old. Think about it. Fall was school. And when we could have stopped, we didn’t, and we didn’t again, and twenty five years is a long time between free Septembers.

We went down to the beach, and everybody else had gone home, so it was just her and me. And we’d known each other our whole lives. We’d been a couple since high school. But that vacation after your Mom finished her doctorate was the first time we’d travelled alone together.

It wasn’t the same as going in a group, like we used to do over spring break.… Read the rest

A morning in the day of the life

Posted on by February 25, 2020

“Sam, get back in this house right now. We do not go outdoors naked.” I stagger-stuffed my legs into jeans as I pelted out onto the back patio. “Jesus Christ it’s cold.” I turned around and went back for something to put on my feet.

“Told you.” Scott was lacing up his own shoes.

We went back out together. Sam poked his penis through the tree house slats and shook it at us. “Wanker!”

“Oh God, I thought the ‘wanker’ phase was over.”  I stalked to the base of the tree. “You’re going to get splinters if you keep that there.”… Read the rest

WhyNo WriMo?

Posted on by February 25, 2020

Before the post – in my ongoing saga, I’m now at number 3. Please take a moment to tweet, vote for, review, or like me at http://www.ebookmall.com/author/jester-queen

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November is the month of the writer. NaNoWriMo. NaBloWriMo.  Thirty full days of typing and progress. Thirty days of community building and butt-in-chair work. I love it. I love everything about it. I get high on the very idea and spiral around in a dance with myself.

But as enthusiastic as the month of writing makes me, I don’t join either meme. I cheerlead my friends from the sidelines, but I don’t hook up myself.… Read the rest

The Next Best Thing

Posted on by February 25, 2020

The always awesome Andra Watkins has tagged me in a meme that’s bouncing around the internet right now called “The Next Best Thing”. Since I’m participating in the America’s Next Author Competition, she’s nailed me at the perfect time. Somehow, I’ve landed at number 2 this week. I have no idea what that means. I don’t think I’ll get ‘nominated’ from a number two slot. Which means my stomach is in knots (oh, maybe that’s why I keep throwing up. Hmm. Never thought of that.) Also, it means I have to keep up my momentum for another week, and ask people to keep supporting me by voting, reviewing, tweeting, and liking my story on Facebook.… Read the rest