Ha ha ha ha …
think again …
All will be revealed starting Friday, October 24, 2014.
(At least, I hope so because I don’t have a clue what the hell is going to happen on that day. I just hope I’ll be in a safe place … )
I hate planning because, more often than not, my plans get upended by unforeseen circumstances. For example, …
I plan to finish a painfully detailed and tedious project at work by week’s end only to find an error in my SQL query which means I will have to fix said error and then redo several days’ worth of work. To add insult to injury, I crash our server in my effort to fix said error and then have to wait until the next day before I resume my work on the project. As of this post, I am still behind on that project.
This short short story was originally published on The Community Storyboard in May 2013. With some minor revisions, I’m reprinting it here.
Sunday Dinner
The child’s cry pierced my ears, and I thanked God again that I was too blind to see her tear-soaked red face. Every Sunday they put me through this. As an old woman, a matriarch, I’m supposed to be grateful. And I cope well enough with the cacophony of patent leather shoes and Buster Browns tripping across my wood floors. I cope with the sting and stench of my son-in-law’s cigar smoke, fighting for attention with the sour aroma of sauerkraut and kielbasa, my shoulders constantly pressed and rubbed as if I needed a reminder that it’s another Sunday dinner with all my children and their children. (more…)
The sweet aroma of warm cinnamon coffee cake circled the kitchen, enveloping the cousins as they sat in their usual spots around the table. Randy was pouring coffee into plain white stoneware mugs. Mary had conceded to using the mugs instead of the usual delicate teacups she preferred. Randy wasn’t clumsy by nature but he seemed to channel Elizabeth from the British sitcom Keeping Up Appearances whenever he handled fine bone china.
Mary was passing around slices of the coffee cake. Maggie was knitting, and Melissa was leafing through the book they would discuss that morning. She handed the paperback to Randy, and he grinned as he placed it beside his mug. (more…)
Enter this contest for a chance to win Kevin Brennan’s latest novel, Occasional Soulmates!
Of course, you could do as I did and buy the book and then you wouldn’t need to enter the contest. In fact, if you buy the book now, you’ll probably get it before the contest closes on November 5. You might even read it before the contest closes. And then you will be very very glad that you went ahead and bought the book :)
Giveaway ends November 05, 2014.
See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.
Time is running out to participate in the Legends of Windemere Thunderclap campaign. It doesn’t cost a cent to participate. More importantly, you would be helping the one and only Charles Yallowitz, author of the high fantasy series Legends of Windemere! Go to Charles’s blog and click on that cute Capybara!
Just a few more days for the Legends of Windemere Thunderclap campaign and I’ve been stuck at 74 for days. I have until Saturday to get 26 more volunteers to make this a success. I’ve tried tweets, Facebook posts, and WordPress posts. For now, I’m doing this post and then one on Friday night. After that, I’ll talk about my experience with this and give my Pro/Con opinion. (At least after I’ve eaten since this campaign ends on Yom Kippur, Jewish Day of Fasting.)
This little doggie needs an Occasional Soulmate, as in someone to BUY the new novel by Kevin Brennan. Yip! Yip!
This poor little guy is at risk. Please buy a copy of Occasional Soulmates today so his daddy remembers to feed him.
Well, sort of. Actually, it’s a selfie of me with his new novel, Occasional Soulmates! And since it’s a selfie, the title is backwards. What did you expect from me? Perfection? I’m rusty, folks.