For some people Disney World is paradise. But recently when I went there, it was all too much for me. The crowds. The flash. The movement. Attractions and distractions that are the whole point of being there. I cannot focus. I cannot think. There is a parade blaring nearby and lines to stand in and […]
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“Hello, sir. Welcome to The Gratitude Administration Center. How may I help you? Oh dear, you look like a train just ran over you. Are you okay?” “Do I look okay? I am new to this planet and they told me to come here for something called thanking credits. Said I have to. To live.
Flash fiction story: “Planet Gratitude” Read More »
When I first began blogging, friends and family were amazed. Who knew that I, who rarely spoke at family get-togethers, had thoughts? All the Facebook “likes” swung me into the stratosphere. But some readers said: \”I like some of your posts better than others.\” I understood; to compare is human. Even with my favorite authors,
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I was never excited about taking the job; in fact, the first time it was offered I refused it. But this was Elance. The on-line freelancing website was not known for good jobs. Arguably it is the trash heap of the writing industry, a place where clients with insanely low budgets prowl the internet for
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You look worried. Yet you seemed so sure of this on the phone. I could hear the desperation in your voice, so I came as soon as I could. Please try to relax. Is it my cape? I thought it added a nice touch of drama. But I can take it off if it makes
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Note: Though written to stand alone, this is related to an earlier post called Beyond Tolerance. For a long time I was confused. As a closet agnostic growing up in a fundamentalist Christian family, I thought no one could understand me; at least, no one I knew. Telling anyone “I do not believe in God”
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According to common wisdom, I have such a terrible diet, I should be dead. It is not that I hate broccoli; for ten years I was a vegetarian. And I crave vegetables now the way I used to crave chocolate cake. In restaurants I envy dishes piled high with bright green jungle-like leaves, the crisp
