The Everyday Housewife....._Afternoons with Ms. Witherspoon_A Tete-a-Tete With A Librarian_Interview
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The Everyday Housewife.....
Where I come from, this lady is everywhere, and any when. Such is the life of the everyday housewife. Nameless, faceless, a middle suburban mother of four children who grew up too fast. Once they were babes in arms. The everyday housewife had proudly brought them all home, one by one, from the maternity unit. Now they are teens, all of them. Not such good planning, regrets the everyday housewife, as she awakens one Saturday morning. Teen A, her senior heir to her absent husband, is a loud proud male, with his own car. It is a noisy, but reliable old bomb. Much like the everyday housewife. Teen...
Afternoons with Ms. Witherspoon
Activity hour was a sweet solace, promised to me at 2 pm of every workday. For an hour I sent the children to another instructor for a break from the mundane. This was my time to recuperate, grade work, and restore the day’s destruction upon the classroom. Monday, they played music. Tuesday was art. Wednesday was athletics. Thursday was spent with the guidance counselor. Friday was with the librarian, Ms. Witherspoon. My second graders, naturally full of excitement, would return from activity hour with stories to tell, regardless of who they’d spend their hour with. I, naturally keen to detai...
A Tete-a-Tete With A Librarian
A series of hanging lights lit the library. The hall was otherwise silent, except for the occasional tapping of a keyboard or the whirring of a printer. A faint murmur could be heard. "Shhh," said the librarian and the silence was restored. A young man donning a cap that covered almost half of his face entered the library. He walked to the corner table and saw that it was occupied. With fumes emanating from his nose and ears, he walked to the librarian and demanded, "The corner table is occupied. It's mine. Ask that woman to leave."The librarian lifted her head that was buried in a book. She a...
Interview with the Vigilante
Detective Nunez sips coffee, looking around my apartment as if he’s just a visitor.“Congratulations on your promotion,” I say. “Officer to Detective, that’s a promotion, isn’t it?” My voice is dead. I keep looking at Billie. Why is she messed up in this? Why did I think I could live a happy life?“First I want to say congratulations to you,” he says, smiling. He aims an open palm at Billie’s convex stomach. “Parenthood is the best job in the world.” He smiles and I know it’s genuine.“You’re a father?” I ask.“Yes. A little girl. She’s my whole world.” He looks down at his hands, picturing her www.onedoor.ccin...