Quote For The Day 2-23-2016

“You can do anything you want. You don’t believe me. You think, she’s out of her head. Yeah, I’m out of my head- on being me. What are you on? On being them. You don’t even know. I bet you were never given a chance to know. ….Listen. You can be anything you want to be. Be careful. It’s a spell. It’s magic. Listen to the words…. You are anything…everyone, anyone. …You listen to them, teachers, parents, politicians. They’re always saying, if you steal you’re a thief, if you sleep aroung you’re a slut, if you take drugs you’re a junkie. They want to get inside your head and control you with their fear. …Don’t play their game. Nothing can touch you; you stay beautiful.”
Melvin Burgess, Smack    

Quote For The Day 1-24-2016

“It’s stupid. There are maps to show you how to get to the place where you want to be but no maps that show you how to get to the time when you want to be.”
― Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

Quote For The Day 1-22-2016

Writing fiction is a solitary occupation but not really a lonely one.  The writer’s head is mobbed with characters, images and languages.

Hilma Wolitzer

Quote For The Day 1-21-2016

I apologize that yesterday’s quote was so hard to read.  I have typed it out below.  Thanks.


People are hungry for stories.  It’s part of our very being.  Storytelling is a form of history, of immortality too.  It goes from one generation to another.

Studs Terkel

Can’t Stand Me

Daily Post – Can’t Stand Me

What do you find more unbearable: watching a video of yourself, or listening to a recording of your voice? Why?


Can’t Stand Me

It wouldn’t have made any difference.  Video or Recording?  She hated them both. Matter of fact, today she hated everything. Herself. Her life. Mostly, she hated him for making her want to cry. Actual tears would have been worse, but wanting to was bad enough. He didn’t deserve her tears.  He wasn’t worth them.

She clicked the DVD back to life, cringing as she watched her alien self on the small screen. She longed to look away, but she couldn’t, because really, who was she, that woman? Some weird doppelganger looking like her on the surface but, like a movie set, fallow behind?

Clicking off the DVD, she rose, gathering her coat and purse.  She could hear his voice across the office and just the sound of it brought back all her earlier anger.

At the door, she glanced back, eyes drawn to the sound of his laugh.  His back was to her, head bent, listening intently to one of the other women in the office.  She’d never noticed how his hair brushed the top of his collar… and why would she?

Better her than me, she told herself.  Better her than me.

Stepping out into the dark, she headed for home.