“Must we document every conversation?” Biddy asked sighing. “Yes,” I replied dumping two sugar packets into my coffee. She watched me for a moment then said, “It’s not a Voodoo doll.” A tightness that I had been carrying in the space between my neck and shoulders relaxed an infinitesimal amount. Picking up my coffee cup …
“Let’s do this!” Biddy called, walking towards me at a fast clip. “You know I don’t power walk,” I groaned. “I’ll tone it down a notch,” she replied dismissively. “I’ve been dying to get over here since the weather turned.” She paused, looking me over. “A Ghostbusters t-shirt, really?” “I don’t have many short-sleeved shirts,” …
And then, I was back to myself. Instead of easing my way into things I decided to jump in with abandon. I threw a house party for thirty people. Right before I sent the Paperless Post I added bring friends! in the “note to guests” box. I immediately felt overwhelmed and tired before anyone had …
There is a medium whose show I watch and re-watch obsessively. Her night vision testimony of haunted locations is convincing enough, but she works alongside an ex-homicide detective from Jersey. Just try telling this guy you floss your teeth every night and he’ll spot your bullshit from a mile away. No way would this guy …
