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There wasn’t much to say about it, other than it was flat. And endless and, reddish, almost orange in the morning sunshine. Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, red sky at morning sailors take warning. But this sea and this sky were wrong in every possible way.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 02.14.2013 @ 12:30 am


The season to be jolly has come along, but I don’t see very many jolly people, other than the ones that are drunk. Some of the drunks are jolly, while others are morose. I see more people holding their stomachs, and creasing their eyebrows. But it’s better this year than it’s been in the past, at least as far as I am seeing around here. Most of my friends have gotten off the commercial merry-go-round.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 12.20.2012 @ 8:36 pm


The day began to stir with the sun. The flies awoke and moved listlessly, thought they’d be frantic soon enough. The elders rose and groaned, the children sprang up and tumbled down the stairs, seeking cereal.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 12.15.2012 @ 9:56 pm


The methods of teaching are established, but there are many methods, as many as there are teachers. and a method needs to fit not just the teacher, but the student, too. that’s why education is so complicated. and that’s why so often it doesn’t take, but has to be repeated., and that’s why people give up and stop trying to learn or teach, but just go through the motions and methods.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 12.09.2012 @ 9:09 pm


Together they were more than either of them was alone. That made sense, of course, since two could do twice as much work. But it was more than that — they complemented one another in such a way that more got done than three people could have done. And it was beautiful work, too, full of light and a joy to behold.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.17.2012 @ 11:42 pm


Their blindness is due to not wanting to see — this is the worst kind of blindness. I don’t pity them. I loathe their choices, and I walk away to keep from saying things that they would only choose to misconstrue.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.15.2012 @ 11:45 pm


She’d had it for years, and the inhalers weren’t working anymore. Desperate, she got a book at the library that some thought a crackpot had written. But it was worth a try. And it worked. It turned out that breathing correctly, from the diaphragm, cleared it up. After all these years.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.13.2012 @ 11:29 pm


Who is to say what’s dysfunctional? If i have a car that’s been sitting in my driveway because it doesn’t run, that’s non-functioning. But as to applying this similar word to families — I don’t think so. There are grades and gradations and levels and everyone is different. Everyone. Is different.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.12.2012 @ 11:07 pm


The towers were made to be a pair, identical in appearance and power. Instead, they were a study in contrasts. For one brother wizard loved all things green and let the ivy and honeysuckle and moss caress the stones of his tower, while the other brother loved only stone and scraped and spelled the greening away from his tower and his heart.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.11.2012 @ 11:53 pm


The thing was binding — she had signed it, and even though her brother had died as soon as she walked out the door, it didn’t mater as far as the contract was concerned. She was stuck. She had to honor it, even though her only reason for signing it was gone.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.10.2012 @ 11:41 pm


The spa is supposed to be some luxurious and healthful thing — but in a hotel it’s usually an overly chlorinated hot tub. Chlorine makes compounds that cause cancer. Hardly seems like a luxurious or healthful thing.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.09.2012 @ 11:37 pm


Oh the headphones she asked for and didn’t get — this was so annoying. She asked her husband for them — surely he had noticed in all these years that she wore hearing aids and would need actual headphones, not funky ear bud things. But no, he brought her earbuds, which were utterly useless.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.08.2012 @ 7:21 pm


It is hard to sustain any kind of an effort when you are lacking sleep. You keep on doing something, doggedly, but the real effort, the kind that brings results, just isn’t there. Take a nap, for crying out loud, and come back to it later.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.04.2012 @ 7:55 pm


It was to be a covered dish — not an uncovered dish. She fretted over this for a little while, as her signature potluck thing was a crazy cake, and that was not a covered dish. Not really, The frosting was right out there for all to see, hardly a thing you wanted to cover up. Yet, in the end, that’s what she brought again. She covered the pan with foil so that it would qualify.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.02.2012 @ 10:37 pm


It’s too easy to become dehydrated when you’re trapped in a never-ending war online. The attacks keep coming in, and you keep clicking that mouse, shifting from one village to the next to keep the enemy at bay. Drinking water is essential to real life — but what is real life to you?

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 09.01.2012 @ 12:23 am


The salvation of the day was that she had never gotten off on revenge. Otherwise the whole thing would have caused her to gloat, at the very least, while the idiot struggled in the surf where he’d fallen from the boat. She glanced around to see whether anyone missed him, and they hadn’t, so she sailed away without even waving.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.29.2012 @ 11:50 pm


The most bizarre refuse of all is the refuse of the mind, the stuff that is left over when you’ve thought all the thoughts worth thinking and you have this drunkenness of the brain that happens late at night, or other odd times. You pray that no one will ever come across this refuse, but it could happen. Good luck.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.27.2012 @ 11:06 pm


Oh the carbon compounds! I didn’t understand regular old chemistry, but organic chem with the carbon compounds was better, somehow. Carbon complexities and add-ons, endless add-ons that change everything like a lean-to on a woodshed can make it into a barn. Almost. Almost.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.26.2012 @ 10:38 pm


There’s only one word and this one word today is side. Like on its side, the thing lay on its side. It wasn’t upright as it should have been, but just lying on its side. In the dirt. A planter on its side in the dirt. Probably the darned dog knocked it over again. Crummy dogs anyway.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.24.2012 @ 10:27 pm


It had to be somewhere. She looked in vain behind the milk on the fridge’s top shelf. And in the freezer. And in the cereal cupboard, and even in the junk drawer. But it wasn’t anywhere. She was bereft. She had saved half of her Snickers bar for later, and now it had disappeared.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.22.2012 @ 10:19 pm


Something that really makes me feel at home is the afghan I knitted. It’s kind of homely — I wish I’d waited until I got the just-right color yarn instead of the almost-right color to fit in with the other four. But it’s nice and warm and yeah, it’s pilled, but it’s mine. And I made it for me. It shows me that I love me, and that is real comfort.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.20.2012 @ 10:31 pm


The block party that’s coming up is going to be a lot of fun. Balloons, clowns, sidewalk sale. Authors, musicians, the whole thing. It’s for Powell’s Books’ 41st anniversary, and I wish that I could go. Sounds like a neat event.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.19.2012 @ 11:09 pm


There was a dearth of good available men here. She’d known that when she’d emigrated to the flower capital of the world. Sure, there were plenty of other kinds of company, but now that she was here, and it was too late, she knew what she really wanted.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.14.2012 @ 4:21 pm


It wasn’t very big, at least not on the surface. But it was deep, and she knew that she’d have to soak her foot in a hot Epsom salt solution if she wanted to keep it form getting infected. Stepping on a rusty nail was dumb. Puncture wounds are the pits.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.06.2012 @ 11:03 pm


She had forgotten it again. If it was a word, she might say that she had it on the tip of her tongue, but, it wasn’t a word. It was more than a word. Without it, she would never understand organic chemistry, and she knew it. She lacked the basic understanding, the key to it all.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 08.05.2012 @ 12:03 am


The lady’s auxiliary ball was a name that troubled her. What were they auxiliary to? And why a ball? It made her chew her fingernails. Finally she asked her grandmother what she was talking about and was relieved to hear the answer.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 07.14.2012 @ 3:04 pm


The modem was hooked up, but the darned thing still wouldn’t run. It made no sense and it was ticking her off something fierce. The chat meeting had begun already and she was late, but there was nothing she could do about it. The other members of the Get Yourself Together Gang would have to get themselves together without her.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 07.05.2012 @ 12:05 am


The chills can be a good ting. I mean, then chills you get when a fever is coming on. They tell you that you’re getting sick, that it’s time to take care of yourself. Batten down the hatches, keep warm, drink a lot of water, take some vitamin C.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 06.30.2012 @ 4:58 pm


Oh man. It’s Saturday again. Every time I turn around it’s Saturday again. I like Saturday, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that is comes to often. It used to take a whole week, and now it’s like every other day.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 06.29.2012 @ 11:58 pm


I won’t dwell on it, I’m sure, but it was unsettling to see the frog sitting on the side of the road with his thumb stuck out to hitchhike. I didn’t know they even had thumbs, and he was as big as a man. I suppose the cigarette in his other hand, and the zipper on his back should have made me realize what he was. But it was still unsettling.

» Posted By Kathleen Gabriel On 06.24.2012 @ 12:27 am

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