Written by: Bobbi Brandt Malapropism n: the unintentional misuse of a word by confusion with one of similar sound that may cause and amusing affect. At some point in your life you will hear a word used incorrectly, and may find yourself repeating it in public.  This can be fun for all who hear you … Continue reading People Who Don’t Use Words Write →

When I first started dating my husband, the word was out that he lived simply.  I knew what that meant, but as a strong woman I didn’t care.  The first time I visited him at his farm I had the pleasure of using his outhouse.  Seeing firsthand how he was able to live there with … Continue reading Outhouse →

  (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 →

One cold day in October I came home. As I got out of my car, Sam came walking up to me with his tail so far between his legs, and his head hung so low that his tail and chin were almost touching. I knelt down beside him and said, “Aw, what’s the matter boy?”