Doing the best I can with what I have
Troublemaker! she cried.
Now, look what you’ve done.
Who? Me?
Made me think I could dance.
Oooh, you can so dance, like a female Baryshnikov!
Told me I was hot.
Smoking, babe!
Insinuated I could carry on witty conversations with the opposite sex.
I could listen to your stories all night long, gorgeous girl.
Well, cease your troublemaking ways. I’m through with you and all you’ve wrought.
C’mon, sugar, have just one more sip.
Well, if you insist. I’m not driving, after all.
Just another Allberry site and opinions
I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer
Every day
To travel is to take a journey into yourself...
Seeking history, holy stuff and harmless sustenance
and peculiar ponderings...
Navigating the second half of my life
What I've always wanted
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A Dialogue between Poets
... meaningless (but insightful!) observations from a half-deaf introvert navigating cancer and the noise all you other people make
form & function by daniel paul marshall
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
Writer. I drink the coffee then I make the stuff up.
Book Reviews| Tiny tales
ziegler.bill@gmail.com
The Wanderings and wonderings of a sentient cloud.
Life can be complicated. Pleasures are simple. Photography by Kelly Hay.
Some old friends really should not be listened to, particularly if they come in bottles.
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