Denver In November

incident to fluff my resume and move on to something less offensive to mind and spirit.

There is snow on the ground here, and I wish I were home.

Instead, I will lie in this bed and watch celebrity gossip and the Food Network.

Second Person Unemployment

The first days, you spent hours looking at jobs. Now, it takes about 5 minutes to look at all the jobs you could do, including the ones you would rather not do. Consider others.

Mourning in Red Velvet

My mother, sister, and I sat on the couch, leaning in toward one another, staring mutely across the room. My younger sister’s red-rimmed eyes were wide, her eyelashes spiky. My mouth was compressed into a thin line of disapproval. My mother, unsurprised, merely watched.
Across the room, my cousin Rhonda stood talking with her husband and [...]

Dear Diary . . .

Duh, Frog, you don’t even have any CLOTHES, I can do better than some homeless, naked Frog Prince.

Touché

An additional job was needed, though, and because my husband had a “career,” with a salary and a drinking problem, it fell to me to supply the loss. Not doing so was unthinkable, as I come from a long line of cotton farmers, truck drivers, and criminals—we make ends meet.

Lone and Level Desks

The person who runs this office is orange in color, and his skin reminds me of a sweet potato. He was chatty today, feeling helpful. He had to give advice, express appreciation, ask questions so that he could ignore the answers. The Yam does not respect personal space; he stands in my bubble. I think [...]

Comparative Advantage

Eve did not leave the garden then, although later, looking back, she often wished she had turned and departed paradise, leaving Adam and taking his damned rib about which she cared nothing.