DING ding DING ding DING ding. The Salvation Army bell ringer swings his brass bell.
Angela darts past, weaving through the shoppers toward her Chevy Malibu in the parking lot.
Flash of badge.
“You’ll have to show me the receipt for that, ma’am.”
Shit. DING ding DING ding.
Angela crinkles something the pocket of her down jacket. DING ding DING ding. She balls up the Christmas list. http://www.mungbeing.com/issue_5.html?page=12#385
Dirty laundry should be washed at home.
Mexican proverb
You have to be careful with laundry in the tropics; you can’t let the tiny rusty spring in the clothespin touch the fabric or your stuff’ll be stained forever. I pin the wet sheet to the line and stand back. Clean. It looks clean.
Raging Gracefully: smart women on life, love, and coming into your own
“Lucky earlybirds, you get to see the balloon inflate,” the driver says into the rearview mirror. I’m on vacation with my husband—just the two of us– for the first time in the four years since our kids were born. This weekend, there are no blocks to pick up, no carrots to chop, no garbage to take out.
I just got the advance copy of this new anthology, to be released next month. My story, Up Up and Away is about a balloning adventure and trying to revive a sputtering marriage. You can order a copy at
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