Thus Begins

“So,” the old grandfather said, and the children bent near him. Even that word begins a fable. In response to the Word of the Day Challenge fabulous.

What was the Original Meaning of Skirt? Or do I Mean Shirt?

Sometimes the assumptions behind a good question need a bit of clarifying. It is understood that the question in the link below is asking about how some words slid in meaning between 1967 and 2018; but the response here chooses to look at the more interesting question related to the malleability of language. Lee Robison … Continue reading What was the Original Meaning of Skirt? Or do I Mean Shirt? →

A Riddle for the Morning

O, they are an innocent few and frail as morning dew concerned with what not to do. Right-out-of-the-package new, they habitually eschew the good old raunchy screw far past the age of twenty-two. Can you tell me who? These are the sweet __________. Please post your response to the riddle in a comment.

The Abruption of Wondering How You’re Gonna Pay

He was abrupted out of sound sleep this morning by an abrupting phone with news that a loved one had abupted rather abruptly on the abrupting floor—again. So, also abrupted he out of pleasant dreams and into the reality of the abrupt idiocy of the USA health care delivery disaster—a-abrupting-again! No abrupted bones this time. … Continue reading The Abruption of Wondering How You’re Gonna Pay →

Hogs to Houston

The word "haul" reminds me of Maine, a place I have never been, and California, a place I visited once because I was in love, and Arizona, a place where I worked out of the back of a hotel for the Feds, and Maryland, a place I lived for many, many years. Most of us … Continue reading Hogs to Houston →

My, How the Words Rushed By!

Though they came at me they would not stop. “You will not pay attention,” they said. “You have been attending one stopping at the hospital,” they taunted. “Have you no respect!?” They arrived and fled in one motion. I caught and held one a moment, but it was “Rushed” and would not give even its … Continue reading My, How the Words Rushed By! →

That Last Door is a Killer

There were three doors for old Maddy Wilsawl to choose from, and all three of them exited into territories his seventy-five years had not prepared him for. Actually, he thought, there wasn’t much choice. He had come in one of them. Beyond it was a country in which cars drove themselves, people hired thieves to … Continue reading That Last Door is a Killer →