My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie Sherman, how many times have I told you not to do that? It's a rhetorical question, kid. Sixteen. Sixteen times over the past two months. And yet you won't listen. I know you feel your most comfortable when you do this, but you know I don't like explaining it to the neighbors. They see you from their windows, you know. Singing along to your iPod as you wash the dishes or cook, sashaying your hips while you wear that frilly floral apron. My apron. I just might gain twenty pounds so you can't fit into my dresses anymore. I'll buy clothes that are too big for you, so you can't wear them. I'll throw away all my good jewelry so you don't steal my pearls anymore. You remember Harriet, your next door neighbor? She goes by Harry now. It's awful. She's starting to grow stubble. She smokes. She drinks! She looks more masculine than your own father. And now you're going in the exact opposite direction. Like an uncooperat...

I could see the copper bristling from the broken cord, threatening to electrocute anyone who touched it. It was a live wire - no doubt about it. Now it was a matter of turning off the machine without getting everyone involved angry. Yes, ladies and gentleman - I had to turn off the most popular game in the arcade because some properly sized rodent had gnawed on the cord and exposed the raw, vulnerable metals underneath. This was going to be "fun."

Good evening! I am typing from my fiancée's family home, where we have started a weeklong vacation that, in my opinion, was way overdue. We'll be spending three days there until we drive to Monterey and spend two nights there in a (hopefully) lovely hotel room. On the itinerary (in my head) are a nice dinner, an aquarium visit, and just some good old-fashioned time spending with the love of my life. I'm really looking forward to being a part of my first Seder, as well as celebrating Easter and my future mother-in-law's birthday. It's so nice to take things easy and see my fiancée relax after working so hard at her job. I know she can get really overwhelmed at times, so I think this is good for her. I'd say more, but that's about it. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone!

He Didn't Care by Belinda Roddie How am I supposed to watch television when you're crying?

The airbag did not deploy properly, and as a result, Eli was severely injured in the crash. We were told that he might be in a coma for days, maybe even weeks, so that the swelling in his brain could subside. In the meantime, Dad was already filing paperwork against both the car dealership and the manufacturer. To him, this was more than just a lawsuit - this was vengeance.

We Slept by Belinda Roddie We slept together 'til the sun came up, and the creatures of the world crawled over to our cot. I swore that one of them spoke, and it was telling its swarm to attack. That's why I jumped up and began to scream, which only strengthened the animals' wrath, and when I unsheathed my sword, there you were, already loading arrows on your bow, three at a time. The beasts were quite impressed, I think, by our cajones, and so they withdrew, but I was sure they would return, so I told you we needed to pack up and leave for other meadows. Or perhaps I'm still asleep, or my sanity's lapsed.

No update on the OneWord site today. Oh, well!