Distractions

Starbucks didn't have holiday spice for the coffee she (let's call her Magi) had already paid for. One of the baristas (Mary?) went to who knows where (possibly Bethlehem) to locate some of the elusive spice (Myrh?)  Twenty minutes passed...meanwhile she should already have been at work. Word came from who knows who (Joseph?) that there was … Continue reading Distractions

“Call Me In”

"Call me in." Not a request, and said with without the benefit of even a fake cough or a stomach clenching moan—no simulated vomit in the toilet either.  This is what happens when you allow your children to grow taller than you. There is something empowering for them, and prohibitive for me in this disparity … Continue reading “Call Me In”

Should I Have One More Cup?

Today is, according to the "National Day Calendar", "National situational awareness day." As such, I take a moment out of my busy morning to take in my surroundings, to be aware of what is going on around me. My dog is bored. Let's move on. As a technique I often implement in order to avoid … Continue reading Should I Have One More Cup?

Improbably Probable

If there is one thing I know for sure, it's that there will always be greed, hunger, taxes, corruption, and religious wars... That is predictable.  What's unpredictable is how I will stain my shirt on any given day, and at what point in the day it will happen. One never knows when the day will … Continue reading Improbably Probable

The Purpose Of:

Work • The purpose of a job is to earn money to pay expenses...not to hear unwelcome daily updates on a co-workers personal life.  Sustenance • The purpose of coffee is to fend off said overly chatty co-worker, by means of halitosis.  Personal Space • The purpose of armrests is to provide a barrier in a theater, or … Continue reading The Purpose Of:

Eight Contact Lenses

I open my eyes to fragrant crimson flowers, scattered over the crisp white sheets that encase me. I am shaded from the early morning sun by a veranda, entwined with the vines that gifted me the fallen flowers. A salty sea breeze reminds me that I'm far from home, on an Island in the Aegean. … Continue reading Eight Contact Lenses