I’ve been on blog hiatus for too long, but it’s Super Bowl Sunday, and that calls for posting Game Time again.
(This story is included in interlude, an anthology produced by the Sea Quills Writing Group and available on Amazon.)
All eyes were on Deirdre when she walked into the room. She hated times [Continue reading]
I admit it, until yesterday I’d never heard of the Ravens. Or if I had, I thought it was a band, not a football team. I don’t generally think of sports in the same vein as, you know, culture. (I don’t generally think of sports at all, but that’s another story.)
I started thinking: What if [Continue reading]
Well, it looks like posting this story might turn out to be an annual Super Bowl thang for me after all. Enjoy!
All eyes were on Deirdre when she walked into the room. She hated times like this. Those stares, what they were thinking behind their glassy eyes – always made her uncomfortable. Wet [Continue reading]
I first posted this story exactly a year ago. As Super Bowl Sunday approaches, it seems worth posting again, even though posting it pretty much nails it that no one will be inviting us over for a Super Bowl party, Tom Brady or no. Oh well.
Anyhow, here it is. Maybe I’ll finish writing my reflections [Continue reading]