Not the T.F._Jax Gets Vaccinated_TO DO OR NOT DO_The Bake Sale
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Not the T.F.
“If you follow the herd, you will be treated like cattle.” He knew he needed a good www.onedoor.ccopening line. He began this speech in the right way. Most of the people in the crowd knew it; those who were new to the group chuckled, smiled and thought that he had said something quite profound. “I am not going to forget that one.” “Like something that Mark Twain or that Wilde guy would have said.” “Did anyone write that down? You have a pen?” He was proud of the effect produced. Looking over his notes, he realized that he knew this speech so well that he could improvise part of it if he felt that was right....
Jax Gets Vaccinated
“Jax . . . are you coming with me tonight?” Jillian yelled from the bathroom, holding a mascara wand in her hand. She had desperately tried to prevent her eyelashes from clumping, but they seemed destined to cake together in a Liza-Minnelli-in-Cabaret kind of way.No response. “Jax!” “Go without me,” came his muted reply. Jillian suddenly became worried. Jax did not have a mute button on his personality. Something was up.Still holding the mascara tube, Jillian went to her roommate’s door and knocked “shave-and-a-haircut,” anxiously awaiting his “two bits” in response. “C’mon, Jax. What’s wrong?...
TO DO OR NOT DO
Once again, it'll be here before we know it. That day that will once again live in infamy, only in a different century. We all made a pact to do what we were going to do a long time ago. But here we are, still dragging our feet with another deadline fast approaching. It was to be a pivotal time for all of us. The excitement was so real back then. Back then? I believe it was only last year we said we'd go for it. What were we thinking of? I don't know if each of us understood the sincere trust people were giving us to head out on this unique journey of a lifetime. Since then, we had no further ...
The Bake Sale
I meant well when I invited Melanie to our church’s Ladies’ Social Group. She and her husband Paul had moved in next door to us. He sold insurance which involved lots of travel. She worked online from home. Small-town rural life was alien to her, as she confided to me over the fence one day, and she was lonely. “It’s not that people are unfriendly,” she said to me when I invited her for coffee. “It’s just that the conversations feel like an interrogation. How long have we been married? Do we have children? Did we find a church yet? The answers, in order, are two years, no and that’s a wei...