My Cardboard Balcony

Public Service Announcement by Belinda Roddie I really wish some family members of mine understood this.

The Planet Of George by Belinda Roddie The planet of George had room for only one man - George, of course - and his two cats, Rocky and Balboa. He's set up his rocket with a cozy mancave, where he watches TV, drinks beer, and eats pork rinds. The TV is only set to one channel: Constant replays of historical World Series baseball and Super Bowls and NBA championships. Hell, maybe even a few US Opens here and there. And even Ultimate Frisbee or ping pong. He wishes he could watch the Olympics, though. George never married, so he doesn't have kids to worry about. His cats have enough food to last them forty lifetimes. Balboa's actually a girl, and neither feline is fixed, so he hopes she'll actually copulate with Rocky and have some kittens that he can tend to. Outside the rocket home, they get to play along craters and across blue grass and atop tiny hills built as if by ants. There are no bugs to speak of here. Means no mosquitoes. George is okay with this. His mother em...

Last Day by Belinda Roddie It's been fun being thirty years old. Prime number time!

If the past couple of weeks have taught me anything, it's that there are never too many bridges to burn. Seriously, I have burned several bridges due to a number of circumstances, not at all limited to the Black Lives Matter protests and COVID-19. I have had people unfriend me on social media en masse. I have had relatives become keyboard warriors because they don't have the stones to confront me about my beliefs in person. Lemme tell ya, I've drunk a lot of literal and figurative tea, and it has been piping hot. I even got a passive-aggressive letter sent to me today - two days before my birthday, mind you! - from a previous client who had wanted me to ghost write her memoir. While admittedly, I dropped the ball on communicating with her over the past few months, she certainly wasn't keeping in contact with me, and I had made it excruciatingly clear to her how swamped I was with work and personal projects (and that was before the plague happened) and how it might be be...

The Illusion of Freedom by Chelle Johnson

Six Olives, Thank You! by Belinda Roddie This is an inside joke. Look, I'm having fun, okay?

Sparkle Motion by Belinda Roddie My neighbor decided that one Honda emblem just wasn't enough.