The fine art of pissing people off


I'm the first to admit my mouth flaps and says things I perhaps shouldn't at times. It's an occupational hazard of being my mother's daughter - she, a lawyer, moderated what she said, but she had opinions and wasn't afraid to speak them. I lack her professional filter. My MS has eaten what little of…

A little poem of wobbly quality


Put together She assembles herself as She pulls herself out of the dryer. Shirt, bra, underwear One sock. Much later, the other. She finds it nestled in the bedsheets Tumbled together in the thread eroding cycles One covered with gym sweat, the other with night sweat. A malodorous bundle, now cleansed. Assembled, she looks around…