Tag: slice of life
-
Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 62
I haven’t done one of these Saturday Morning Posts in a while. Originally, I was going to do a Wednesday post. I’m deep in the editing swamps, and I had a lot of “editing” thoughts on my mind, so I thought I would write something like, “things to look for when editing – including bilocating…
-
Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 61
1. September 22nd. It’s officially fall. And it couldn’t be a better first, fall morning at 8am. It’s dark and deeply overcast. It’s cool, and already there are brown leaves scattered across the lawn. The rain is steady, soft drifts of it coming down. It patters with a metallic thunk on the cars, drips and…
-
Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 60
1. I think contentedness is better than happiness. Or maybe I simple prefer the word content to happy. Both are emotions. But happiness evokes a evokes a certain vibe, a style, an emotion that demands certain mannerisms. Happiness is energy. Happiness is yellow. Happiness can feel frail, always on the verge of flying away, forgetting…
-
Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 59
It’s a clear morning, and it’s cool. There are no clouds in the sky, except for thin ones low on the horizon, sitting behind the trees like mist. A crow calls. Bugs hum and chirp in the branches, making the air vibrate with sound, a reminder that it is in fact still summer, though it…
-
Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52
1. I am once more sitting at the lake (yes, in my car). It’s warm this time, and the lake is very blue, though it admittedly looks a lot more turquoise through my sunglasses. (Do you ever take your sunglasses off and are suddenly disappointed at the actual color of everything? Like excuse me, someone…
-
Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 49
1. So I used to work at a toy store (for 4 years). As anyone who has worked retail can tell you, “I’ve seen some things.” It was late. Or it probably wasn’t so late. It was fall, so it could have been 4 pm yet it was pitch black outside. And here comes in…
-
the Man With One Hand and the Great Blackout Disaster
Way back in ye olden days when I still ran around in cloaks and wooden swords (why on earth did I stop?) I used to blog about life. About exciting incidents or funny moments. Well, one’s coming to ya’ll. My mother and I went up to visit her sister (thus my aunt. That’s how that…
Bernadette Benda 