Vince Vaughn waterskied circles around my raft as I packed my bag preparing to retreat to the hilltop compound. Vince Vaughn skied circles around my raft “Your turn, Anita,” he shouted above the motor’s roar. He jumped the wake. I thumbs-upped his athleticism, but pointed to the sprawling, two story lake home. Declining Vince’s offer… Continue reading A Good Habit Gone Bad
While pouring a predawn coffee after a restless night, I heard a muffled cry for help. Peering out my kitchen window I saw no sign of disturbance. Upon turning, I found the sign of alarm came from within the kitchen itself, more specifically the junk drawer. It may have been the magic of early morning,… Continue reading The Nonsense Chronicles: Jabbering Junk
Mustering my courage I crouched low and peered under the bed. It wasn’t my inner child banishing boogey men. It was my outer house cleaner confronting dust bunnies. Rogue dust rhinoceroses was a more fitting term for the tumbleweed-sized collection of neglect. Winter vortexes, snow cyclones, thundersnow, (plunging temperatures by any other name) brought on… Continue reading Under the Bed
A Few Choice Words By Anita 