It’s all about me
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It’s impossible to fit all of the celebrating into one day. I mean, c’mon, we’ve survived another whole year! And the way things have been going through the past couple, coming out on the other side is truly a cause to celebrate. I’m sure you are familiar. Whatever they may be, I know you, too, have “things”.…
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A Facebook friend posted a status update the other day wishing everyone a day full of ordinary miracles. She went on to list several examples: your keys and phone right where you left them…all green lights…a favorite song on the radio…a Rock Star parking spot…a phone call from an old friend…the fastest line at the grocery store…an unexpected…
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So, I’m kind of free-falling now, feeling adrift. Word of Art 2 has come to a close and a very dedicated three months of my life has passed. As with the weddings and receptions and graduation parties and reunions and basically every other thing I’ve ever focused on from conception to completion, I’m torn. They…
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I run my life by the breakdown. If I need a new pair of shoes, well, I need a new pair of shoes. Can’t not have shoes, right? But how much will I spend for what I’ll get? First of all, I’m not a shoe person. I have no fetish, no style, no use for…
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I have been working A LOT lately. You 9 to 5ers got nothing on me this time of year. (Word of Art 2) I spend many a lengthy shift at the computer talking to myself, reminding myself, correcting myself and laughing at myself for doing all of these things myself. They say writing is a solitary vice,…
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That “Enter” key sure can be intimidating. It shouldn’t be, I mean, it’s not even the biggest tile on the board. No big deal, just one of about a hundred keys on a standard keyboard. It can’t have any more importance than the other keys– I mean, Backspace is the same size, higher on the board though, so maybe…
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There are two kinds of people in the world, those that sorry and those that don’t. I sorry. I am always getting grief from those that don’t. “I’m so sorry you’re sick.” Why? You didn’t make me sick. “I’m sorry you got a speeding ticket.” Why? You didn’t pull me over. “I’m sorry you’re game got…
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Since I intend to live to at least one hundred, I guess, technically, that makes me currently middle-aged. When I’m interviewed on my 100th birthday (save the date: 10/08/2066), I will credit my longevity to Naked Wednesdays, Diet Coke, and Doritos. Meantime, literally- ha! Meantime, I’m middle-aged. What does that mean? It means that mentally…
MARY LAMPHERE AUTHOR 