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“Shock & Anxiety”
Read more: “Shock & Anxiety”The hailstorm was horrible and my daughter was crying. We had just dropped our new cleaning lady off 15 minutes earlier. I wondered if she was still standing in that terribly long line at the taxi spot. I would have loved to go back and collect her, but could not risk driving in the…
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Chaos in the City
Read more: Chaos in the CityMy prayers were interrupted by a policeman. I was being pulled over for being in the emergency lane. Thank God I wasn’t in the middle of the knife-across-the-throat scene.
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Do YOU Over Promise and Under Deliver?
Read more: Do YOU Over Promise and Under Deliver?The old lady had lost her daughter 50 years ago. She had been standing on a pavement, minding her own business, when she was knocked by a car. She died instantly. She was just a young girl.
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Lunch Date, Wrong Spot !Caution: This story contains bad language. Parental Guidance Advised
Read more: Lunch Date, Wrong Spot !Caution: This story contains bad language. Parental Guidance AdvisedRIP: Rude, Incompetent, Pricey – Where Customers Come Last is what I had in mind. There would be total value alignment with her staff. I could not wait to share my genius over lunch.
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Wrong Place Right Time
Read more: Wrong Place Right TimeIf he didn’t die from the shock of seeing someone from Thriller, the smell from my hands would surely have stopped his stupid heart.
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The Cupboard & The Horny Old Man
Read more: The Cupboard & The Horny Old ManHe peeked into the car. I was kneeling on the front seat with my bum in the air trying to reach my son in the backseat and calm him down. Yes, you can imagine the old man’s pleasure seeing that bum up close.
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Blue Monday
Read more: Blue MondayWhat did she think of me? Did I look like a bad mother? Would she cause trouble? Did the children seem okay? Did she think I was crazy? Did she rate my boobs? Would she call the cops? BlahBlahBlahBlah!
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Boobs, Business & Morons
Read more: Boobs, Business & MoronsI continued to pump, continued to giggle and continued to enjoy the surge of endorphins only a nursing mother knows about. Nature’s drugs filled my veins and I have lived to tell the tale.
