Regular Life

As they say here in Texas (and pretty much all of the American south), I’m fixin’ to post some old writings. I’ll lay my soul bare, and resist editing. As difficult as it might be, I won’t even remove exclamation points from the end of narrative sentences. That would be dishonest!

In a way, I’m doing it to preserve them. Many were written in pencil and, through two decades of living in an old plastic pouch I called a portfolio, have been rubbed into a nearly illegible mush (sometimes unintelligible, but that can’t be helped by fancy typefaces).

Some come from high school, some from college, and a few I wrote as recently as the late 1990’s. Most are fiction, but usually feature characters and select events based loosely on real life. If the title seems generic, then it’s just something I made up so I could identify it at a quick glance.

If anybody wants an unfinished story to keep going, then please say so in that entry’s Comments and we’ll see what happens.

All that said, and without further ado, let’s start with a story that is not based on anybody I know or any event that ever happened, and had a title right from the start.

But let’s do that tomorrow, dear readers (aren’t I diabolical?).

Here’s something to chew on in the meantime.

Monday night at the dinner table, Ben said, “Mommy’s the best yady.” She almost melted right there. Then he turned, looked me right in the face and said, “Mommy has a pee-pee!”

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