Each year’s Hot Flashes–between 2002 and 2007, at any rate–has a Cafe Press store. Visit the Shop link on this web site to find out more.
She steps forward into the applause, listening for the sound of one special pair of hands. She hears a whisper from the wings.
When we met, my heart stood still. You put your lips to mine, and my life was renewed.
Lucky for me you knew CPR.
In A Vegan Bistro
“Would you like more light so you can read while you eat?”
“It’s a Zen book. You can read them in the dark.”
The bill came: No Charge.
“Can we go for a walk, Mom?”
“It’s wet. It’s raining.”
“Rain makes things grow.”
We walk, we splash, we laugh, we sing. We grow.
Bride of the Grammarian
“Fewer,” she snarled, having seen “less” once too often. Sparks flew as she axed the guidelines from her monitor. “5000 words or FEWER.”
“I love penguins.”
“Look like waiters.”
“So they do.”
Off they went.
Breaking the Mold
When she spills flour, I hold my temper. I am not my father. Fresh gingerbread heals old wounds.
I fill it with passion and longing, seal it with a kiss. Set fire to it with his lighter, given me with the rest of his personal effects.
“‘Bye, Mom, Dad.”
She drives away, leaving us behind like two stuffed animals,
and not her favorites.
“Is this your pencil, Miss?”
“Why, thank you!”
It wasn’t, but he had such curls, such dimples.
Truth in Advertising
Knife sharpener worked every bit as well as promised…. Have to write them a testimonial letter…. Lawyer can mail it for me….
The field is covered with them — leg-swooped skirts, arm-scooped wings…. But where are the footprints…?
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