Dear Mr. Bad Feeling,
Slow Mail Tuesday Returns! You don’t have to tell me. I know that’s true. Some of my blog posts aren’t so good. Of course that’s true. We can’t all write Pulitzer prize material. So why does it even bother me
Dear Still and Quiet Night,
Thank you for being here. Though I sit in a room alone most of the day, it’s sitting here, alone with you, that breathes life back into me. All the chatter from today, the bad, the good, it’s silenced now,
Slow Mail Tuesday– Dear Great Big Unknown,
Dear Great Big Unknown, How’s it going? I know that’s a silly question ‘cause you won’t tell me. You won’t tell me anything. That’s just how you are. Secretive and sketch. Do you like being a huge question mark? Is
Slow Mail Tuesday — Dear Sweet Readers,
Hey Sweet Readers! I just wanted to let you know I’m taking some time to “regroup”. Life’s gotten a little crazy with my new job, and I’m still learning how to balance my writing (blog, website copy, contest entries, new
Slow Mail Tuesday–Dear “In-the-way” Person,
Did you see me standing behind you? You probably didn’t, what with your shopping cart and your cell phone taking up all of your attention. The carts really aren’t designed to roll sideways, by the way. And who were you
Dear Blahs,
You got me. You and just about every cold, rainy, gray forecast (that lasts for longer than a day) always seem bring me down. Don’t get me wrong. I can take responsibility for my feelings. It’s just. . .well. .
Slow Mail Tuesday — Dear Bad Weather Forecast,
Hey there! I know you’re not so bad anymore. I mean a few days ago you were 6 -12 inches of snow. Now you’re only rain. That’s not so bad. Well, unless a person was counting on getting a day
Slow Mail Tuesday — Dear Man-With-Hot-Tea,
Thank you so much for offering me a cup of tea. I don’t even know your name, but your kindness did not go unnoticed. And even though I didn’t take you up on your warm beverage, I want you to
Slow Mail Tuesday — Dear Pride,
Dear Pride, With all my pity parties and self-degradation, I didn’t really think I knew you, but as it turns out we’re actually pretty close. I had heard that Pride isn’t thinking too much of yourself, but rather thinking of
Slow Mail Tuesday — Dear Deadline,
Dear Deadline, Perhaps you should be the “word of the week”, but I hardly want to give you that honor. Don’t get me wrong. I like you. You help me get things done, but right now, I’m a little sick
Check out my short story “The Door” on page 41.
