(These stories were written a few years ago, so there won't be any talk of face masks and social distancing in them... but we'll probably get to that at some point) Shopping . . .  This is definitely something that bugs me.  I hate everything about it.  I hate the way stores are set … Continue reading Shopping →

An attempt to put someone in shoes they don’t want to be in could be considered an assault on the soul.  Please believe me when I say, it is not my wish to cause pain to anyone, but rather to alleviate my own.   My father’s cancer did not come on suddenly but, rather slowly as … Continue reading Seriously Though. . . →

  I’m irritated by people who tell me to pick them up at a certain time and aren’t ready to go when I get there.  It’s almost as if they weren’t listening when they told me what time to be there.  If they’re not ready to go, they should be subject to a public flogging.  As … Continue reading Getting Ready to Go →

I’m coming at this subject from both angles.  Like most people on this planet, I too, have to use public restrooms from time to time.  I have also spent many years cleaning them.  So before any custodians get up in arms, know that I have been there and appreciate a well maintained bathroom more than … Continue reading Public Restrooms →

Full disclosure: Because I have moved so many times I have mashed them all together in a little fiction writing for this chapter.  Each story is true. The timelines are not.   Oh my God!  Is there anything worse than moving?  I know what you’re thinking.  Disease, plagues and famine are worse than moving. Just stop … Continue reading Moving Day →