Acting Out

Face it, Fiorella--you lost your cool. You went ape-shit crazy when the home health care people didn't appear--again--and  you hit eighty as you sped down Hwy 29 toward the hospital because you wanted to pick up a police escort. You couldn't take it anymore and wanted the whole world to know what was going on.

You are definitely not cut out to be a nurse.

Five Personal Truths of a Writer

I used to think I was crazy, but it turned out that I'm a writer.

I'm on fire when I write my first draft, but as cold as ice when I revise. Creativity vs. analysis, my friends.

I have a pink lozenge I cut out of a post-it stuck to my "delete" key so I'll hit it and not the"insert" key.

I like red lights. They give me a moment to write down whatever golden words are seething in my brain.

Men's bodies look more naked when they have hair on them, which, I think, is the reason why cover models are lasered, razored, and waxed.  (If I ever met one, I'd ask him if his mother knows what he's doing for a living.)