My Cardboard Balcony

For Kitties by Belinda Roddie Kitty wants the sausage, kitty wants the chicken, kitty wants the dinner with all the fixings. Humans tell kitty none of it is for kitties. But kitty disagrees. It is all for kitties.

Keeping Me Cyber Company by Belinda Roddie It's time for snacks, booze, and online games with family.

Social Distancing by Belinda Roddie If only I could kiss you through your computer screen.

by Belinda Roddie "I brought you your favorite pie." "..." "Aaron?" "Yeah." "It's right there. On the table. Your favorite pie." "..." "Strawberry rhubarb. That's your favorite. Right, honey?" "..." "...God damn it, Aaron." "What." "Why did you do it?" "John." "Why? Out of all the stupid arguments we've had..." "Don't start." "You decide to get uppitiy about Valentine's Day chocolate..." "John, please stop." "Then you go to Rick's and get fucking shitfaced. Like, I may drink a lot, but I'm not an alkie." "Debatable." "Shut up, Aaron. Just. Please. Shut up." "..." "..." "..." "..." "...I shut up." " Aaron." "Sorry." "...A bus, dude." ...

The Virus And The Cure by Belinda Roddie If only a slice of pie could fight off disease.

Hi, everyone. Thanks to the coronavirus, the school I work at is now closed for three weeks. Thanks to the district, everything I teach online is voluntary, and I can't provide extra credit as incentive (sure, I'd love the students to care about learning. We'll see how many choose to go that route). Thanks to the stress of today and of the entire crisis within the country due to a negligent government and system, I need to go nod off so I can forget the real world for a while. And thanks to my own personal mishaps, I've asked my therapist to refer me to a psychiatrist so I can see if I may potentially be on the spectrum. It's a lot, lovelies. It's...just a lot. Be happy. Be healthy. Be safe. That's all I ask for. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Magic Trick by Belinda Roddie Look, children, look what I've got in my hand! It's something shiny for you all to enjoy! But, oh, look again, little ones, upon my bare palm: The shiny is gone, and you cannot touch it. Now look upon the stars outside at night when you can't sleep. You can't touch them, but they're shiny, and they hold the future in the palms of their hands.