Tag Archives: musings of the amusing muse
I found myself the other weekend, dirt up to my elbows, being asked by a friend, and now-tenant, if they could help me with anything. In my mind, I hesitated, I didn’t want to impose, but then I knew what … Continue reading
I’m going to start off with this: last Friday sucked in a very, very bad way.
Letter To The Editor Dear Editor, Where has your publication gone? I initially sat down to write a letter to complain that I’d like to be refunded my subscription, but then I realized that I don’t pay for your publication. … Continue reading
I have a confession to make: I’m easily distracted.
Not knowing what to write is a terrible feeling. It’s just as awful as not knowing what to say. Particularly in the moments where you feel as if you’ve got words ready to burst forth from deep within yourself, but … Continue reading
Last night leaving the office, I was walking outside with my coworker friend and closely followed by a brand-new coworker. Coworker friend and I were discussing the latest audio book I was listening to and the new coworker asked what … Continue reading
Growing up my childhood was blessed with first editions of National Geographic from its early years. Hardcover treasures filled with lengthy articles and black and white images from around the globe.