When the blister wants to come out, there’s no stopping it.
Walk too much–the blister can come out.
Use your hands a lot–the blister will come out.
“Me, Blister, I will travel.”
Sit down a lot and see what happens.
The end.
Why do we scratch our heads when we can’t figure something out? Are we simply buying time? Signalling that we are clueless? Or, do we think we’ll shake our brains a bit, and the information we are looking for will fall out?
Should I write a story with big words that pays big money? Or, should I write this story that is worth only five cents but makes sense to me?
If I write about cavemen, do I need to go to a library? Or can I just say the caveman’s first two words? Fire. Wheel.
The stars came out full force Sunday night to celebrate a decade of Stars of Lake County. Amid a packed house of several hundreds, we were there, up front, in spitting distance of the stage. Ours was the Arts Table. To celebrate my sweetheart’s Daniel Holland’s Art Star of Lake County nomination we gathered together…
How to Measure Life is measured by a watch and a ruler. By the way, what time is it?
A few summers ago Daniel and I went swimming in Clear Lake together…on the swimming beach at the Clear Lake State Park. I’m a strong swimmer and he’s more a dog paddler. When he ran into some water plants, he panicked and it felt as if he were having a heart attack. I swam towards…
You punner, you! The End…of that!