Old, New, Borrowed…

2 min readOct 8, 2016

I love posts like this because I forget what I’ve written and once in a while I’ll remember a piece I was particularly fond of that is now buried amongst eleventy-billion acknowledgements, or two-word responses, or troll-baits…and I’ll think,

How sad that no one will ever unearth that piece.

And then I’ll eat bonbons and cry just a few tears.

Like one or two is all…

I’ll briefly entertain the idea of pulling it out and dusting it off and pushing it out again, but it feels kind of icky to think about shameless self-promotion (shameful?).


My hand has been forced. Darn.

So since I’m already here, I’m going to throw two out here…one fiction and one not.

First, because for some reason I was thinking about this one the other night, fiction.

Second, because Donald Trump is a presidential nominee and there’s not one goddamned thing I can do about that:

Now, for the part of the post about OTHER people, I want to introduce instead a new publication (at least, it’s new to me. But some folks here in my neighborhood have published there, so this won’t be new to EVERYONE). I chose this because everything that happens to us in life has the potential to teach us something invaluable. But we have to be paying attention, or we won’t know there’s a lesson to learn. Also, I have just always loved a good parable.

Say hello to Fresh Fables, introduction by Adam El-Naggar

and also, because October is Breast Cancer Awareness month (and because she’s a damned fine writer with an amazing tale to tell), I urge everyone to join Meg Barclay on the journey that began with an unexpected diagnosis.

Seriously, I could add stories to this all day long, except I don’t have time. I have to go do stuff so I’ll have stuff to write about!

Thanks again, alto , for the opportunity to get my head a little ways back in the game. :)


I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.