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I got this little story from doing a writing exercise.
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She reached up and laid her hand on his cheek. "Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else. Does it hurt?"

He lifted his hand to his lip, looked for blood on his fingers, shook his head. "Darling, you can't go around punching people like that."

"I know. I'm sorry. I never meant to..."

He took her hand and looked it over, kissed her bruised knuckles. "I mean, that you can't do it like that. You hit like a girl."… Continue

Illustrated in a photo taken by me, and named "Espresso Bliss" by my husband, the subject of said photo.

To me, dark-roasted coffee smells like different things on different days. After a good sleep, it’s like toast and incense and warm earth and sunshine, and it makes me want to stretch and smile. After a night of tooth grinding, twitching bad dreams, pain, insomnia or any revolting combination thereof, it’s like burning and skunk, and makes me want to snarl.

Of course, I never drink t… Continue

In theory, We went on vacation to Yosemite, and to stay with his parents who live nearby. Turns out it was mostly trying to help Mom and Dad, who want to be helped and don't want to be helped in maddening alternation. How do you convince a retired teacher to accept a housekeeper and visiting nurse? How do you get a retired Air Force colonel to accept a bookkeeper and driver? They're dangerous people. We saw hawks and eagles and egrets and waterfalls and mountains and deer; we also saw our own fu… Continue

My husband, Gregg Morris, took this photo a while back and it looks like a story to me. Maybe a lot of stories.

All of the sentences in this triple six start with either "I" or "She." Just for fun. My sister is cool and doesn't act like this. Hi, Peggy!

I drive to my sister’s house and I tell her my dream. I shyly couch it as a night dream; I don’t say it is my heart. I share with her my heart.

I have revealed myself to others before. I know rejection. I know ridicule.

I know she is my sister. I know I am safe.

She clips coupons while I talk, she interrupts, she tells me jokes her husband told… Continue