The one where June never shuts up. Yeah, that one. This one time.

I have a story that’s hilarious, or at least it would be when I told it, with my fine storytelling skills, and hey, modesty. Continue reading “The one where June never shuts up. Yeah, that one. This one time.”

June’s love for everything continues unabashed

I don’t want to know about your stupid A-game. What game, anyway? Maybe this is my problem; I don’t know what the game is and why I should be playing it. Continue reading “June’s love for everything continues unabashed”

At 52, June finally plays with a full deck

“I have to blog,” I just told my mother. Not that I have a blog.

When I’m visiting her, I always emphasize how, if I’m writing, I don’t like to be interrupted. Ruins m’flow.

“I know you have you write, you’ve told me and told me,” she said from her perch in the living room. I have. I’ve tried to write all the other days she’s been here and as soon as I sit down, she’ll be all, “Where are your spoons?”

So, I said, “Okay, here I go. Really writing now.” I sat down. Stretched my claws. Poised over the keyboard.

“Did you feed Edsel?” Continue reading “At 52, June finally plays with a full deck”