What can YOU say in six sentences?
Several Sixers have expressed interest in a "Things Overheard" challenge.
It's a listening exercise involving things overheard throughout your day. You can even pull from your past if there's an unparalleled gem.
You can not use things said directly to you as this exercise tests your spying skills.
Travel around, linger in places you don't usually frequent.
"When you're hurting emotionally, what do you do? You vomit it onto other people."
"I'm afraid that if I don't get rid of this stress, my cancer will come back."
"He's big for an eight year old, and in a couple of years he'll be even bigger, and if we don't get some help controlling his rage, I know he'll try to kill me."
"If we couldn't laugh we'd all go insane."
"My water just broke."
When you look at the Empire State Building, the Golden Gate Bridge or a Bentley, you do not think of a woman.
This occurred to me as I watched two women selecting a cake size and shape, then the frosting color and design, all meticulous decisions for them, then I realized that we all have the urge to create, which I already knew, but we all want to build too and yet, while men are out conquering and building empires, we women are planning baby showers, giant…Continue
We flew over Christmas Island after midnight, Abner above me with his muscular arms hugging my waist, his legs embracing mine like thick hairy talons.
The warm air felt like skin against skin, the dark matte sky a rush of breathy winds beneath a vast dome of blinking stars.
When we landed on the beach in a swift run, Abner laughed out loud, caught his breath then announced over the lisps and gurgles of frothy waves, "They're alert, rooting…Continue
Abner and I are having coffee on the deck this morning at 6:30 AM, admiring the blue ocean, discussing our future and why we still haven't had sex.
I haven't thought about - much at least - sleeping with him because our talks are so satisfying, but if we kissed or spooned at this moment I know it would be all over, that my panties would sail across the bedroom, over the moon forever...Life without panties...
We levitate when we get bored…Continue
1. The incident seemed even worse because we were tired, because it took ten towels to clean up the water, then a mop and disinfectant, then three loads of laundry -- efforts which at least, in a soothing wax on, wax off mindlessness -- quieted our helpless awareness of deeper waters rising.
2. If she was racist it was never spoken, never acted out or discussed, like a tiny stone kept in a box of things she didn't know what to do with, a dent in a car too small to…Continue
Uncertain that "coroner" was the appropriate word for a recent blog, I visited the internet and read What To Do When Someone Dies At Home.
While glancing at the front page of MSN I noticed Paul McCartney got married so I clicked on the photos which included one of Ringo Starr and Barbara Bach, and curious to see what how she's looking these days, I fished around and found an old Merv Griffin interview of the couple which was filmed after John Lennon was shot but…Continue
Amy's Cakes has a white storefront, a small purple "Jesus Saves" sign in the right lower corner of the pane glass windows. I bought eight cupcakes for the speech therapy office two doors down: two vanilla cupcakes with vanilla frosting, two like them but with rainbow sprinkles, two chocolate with chocolate frosting, and two more chocolates with sprinkles. I added two chocolate brownies for fun, one with and one without nuts.
Sheba, one of the gifted therapists who taught…Continue
A friend is writing about her mother's recent death, trying to make sense of it; she is sharing these journal entries with me. Her words are brutal, spoken from the black and blue of her heart.
She said she'd tried to understand my grief when my best friend died in 1998, but until now she couldn't. She is in that bottomless place now, a forever hole in her universe.
I told her the pain will lessen and soften with time, then when referring to my best friend's…Continue
For three hours the blue journal was lost at Fort Bend Music Center where my six year old daughter takes piano lessons. For those three hours, two years of my life were exposed to any stranger who happened to pick them up.
I didn't realize the hardcover journal was missing until I cleaned out my car this afternoon, the shock of its absence like losing a wallet and a child.
I called Gita and left a message because who but a dear Sixer would…Continue