Short Stories

‘Til Death Do Us Part.

I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I sat in the car all Sunday afternoon weeping until my eyes became raw and swollen, which I do every Sunday from 3:30pm to 4:30pm while my husband watches football, before heading back inside to continue being a wife. When I first started this ritual, the neighbors… Continue reading ‘Til Death Do Us Part.


Seat Warmers.

For every man in an expensive car, there's someone in the passenger seat.   That's today's one-liner! How do you interpret it, and what do you think about what you think it means? Comment below!    And remember to subscribe via email for priority access to blog posts, a cool gift, and other exclusive subscriber privileges and… Continue reading Seat Warmers.