It had to be the appearance of the gun that sent her to the divorce attorney, because, let’s face it, guns were never her kind of thing. Even though he waved it in her face, pointed it at her, touched the muzzle to her chest, and threatened to shoot himselfContinue Reading

Post One in the writing experiment “Bored With My Bad Self.” Please click here to start the essay with its prelude. Have you ever wandered into a group event, picked up a glass and a snack, and scanned the room for someone to talk to? Someone who gets you, whoContinue Reading