Curating Venus

Margie opened her eyes to several of The Regents hovering and shouting at her. Thunderbird's handclap next to her ear brought her back to the situation at hand.  Fully conscious now, she sat up, noting that someone had finally given her a chair, and trying to remember when. "While you were recounting your story, we connected you to our Timeline," Link explained, "it generates a frequency, an energy that helps you remember details - it's been known to render the more sensitive humans unconscious."...more

Vanilla Bride - Part One

Margie's retelling was stilted, lifeless.  As if she were checking each insurrection of her husband's behavior off a list, not wanting the emotion, the pain, or the shame to interrupt her concentration.  When she opened her eyes and looked out to the Regents, she suddenly wished she'd negotiated harder for that chair.  She continued, relenting to her emotions a bit -"Compromising one's self isn't very difficult."The Regent's remained silent as she continued....more

Sneaky Pete

After emailing with Pete a few times, we decided to meet at a local wine bar. I was excited. I hadn’t ever used an online dating service before, it was new to me – and it was the early 2000s – so it was new to everyone.  Once I got there I noticed the restaurant was actually closed, Pete showed up a few minutes later, and our eyes met for the first time.  I thought he was gorgeous. Black hair, clear blue eyes – with a vague resemblance to Anthony Kiedis from the Chili Peppers....more

Social Security - Edited

The last good memory Margie had of her step-father was Spring of 2011. They were standing in line together at the Social Security Office, because, for what seemed like the twelfth time in two years, she had “lost” her identification; credit cards, check book – or whatever credential that, as fate would have it, Margie would need to secure an unemployment check.  It became routine. Lose license, unemployment password expires or she forgot it, need license to fax to unemployment office in order to get a new password....more

Death of a Doe

“Have you ever experienced Death? First hand, I mean.  Well, not first hand...but-"The psychiatrist, Dr. Laurent, shifted in her seat while gazing directly into Margie’s eyes – as if to gauge her reaction to the question.“Yes,” Margie interrupted, returning Dr. Laurent’s stare, nodding, before her eyes glazed over as she found her words.“I was driving home from work at the Radio station. It was probably 1990 or 1991. I lived with my mother and my son, and was anxious to get home and change for my Improv show that night....more

Hobo

The July afternoon air was warm, and the sun peeked from behind a massive cloud above the city.  Margie was late. She’d promised her co-workers she’d meet them at the bar promptly at 3pm for their Thirsty Thursday happy hour. Having just closed her first advertising deal at the television station where she worked, she knew they’d understand – and the cocktails would flow in celebration whilst everyone discussed their predictions for the Y2K fallout....more

The Dream

Margie got home late the night the towers fell. Obviously no one had gotten any work done during the day as her coworkers were glued to their TV's, group by group. The chatter for each group at the State Department of Health was distinctive depending on the room you were in....more

Front and Center

Margie’s face looked gaunt as she entered the light filled room. Squinting, and shielding her face, she walked past the silent crowd and climbed the platform.The last several months hadn’t been easy. Solitary confinement never is, even if it is self-imposed. Sort of....more

The Lockdown

Majorette wore her best walking shoes, so she thought. The soles were beginning to wear, and if you looked closely, you could tell that old knee injury affected her gait. Her right shoe, all shifted and worn away to the inner man-made material, made her limp just that much more. She crossed the old highway and made her way down the dirt road toward home, stopping to shift her pack to the other shoulder....more

Understanding Your Crew's Dating Pool

Understanding Your Crew’s Dating Pool…orHow to Enjoy the LeftoversUnderstanding that a crew mate is entitled to blow off a little steam once in a while, I’ve put together a list of Dooz and Donz, for da discerning wise guy. See my points below, and hey, if you have a beef wit any of my Tips for Tricks, come see me. Face to face, we will have a sit down and talk about it....more