On the 31st, we’re reading “Visit to the Temple” by h.l. nelson.
[cryout-pullquote align=”left|center|right” textalign=”left|center|right” width=”33%”]The Tepper twist: ”Turn on, Tune in, Drop out, baby, and suburbia is still suburbia.”[/cryout-pullquote]
This has been the craziest twenty-four hours of my life. I’ve been out all night, it’s 4 A.M. and I just got home. I had snuck some sleeping pills into Brandon’s nighttime tea so he wouldn’t notice me leave, and it seems to have worked – he’s still snoring in his armchair downstairs.
But let’s begin with Temple.
In March, I wrote: “We begin to see that the Palm Valley Moms’ Group is actually Continue reading
On the 30th day, we’re reading “Dinner Date” by Joanne Jagoda.
[cryout-pullquote align=”left|center|right” textalign=”left|center|right” width=”33%”]The Tepper twist: “Dude meet The Duke: John Wayne died with 40 feet of undigested meat impacted in his colon.”[/cryout-pullquote]
Why can’t it be 3:10? Friday is the slowest day, and it’s stuffy in here. We almost never need air conditioning in San Francisco, but I wish we had it today. The kids smell sour from gym class and they are restless. Every damn tick of the clock sounds like a time bomb.
Last month I wrote: “The cool thing is that I don’t quite know who to root for.” This month Continue reading
It’s the 29th day, and we’re reading “Personal” by Vanessa Wiebler Paris.
[cryout-pullquote align=”left|center|right” textalign=”left|center|right” width=”33%”]The Tepper twist: “If it looks too good to be true, it probably isn’t– so back off Jimbo.”[/cryout-pullquote]
Last month I wrote: “Hook us with humor, and deliver us into despair.” At first it seems this month will reprise that tactic, as the first half of the story reveals Jim’s attempt to write a personal ad with mostly hilarious results.
Hi my name is Jim. I would love to meet a lady of any size or appearance.
Call me Jimshmael. Some years ago – never mind how long precisely –
My name begins with Continue reading
On the 28th day we’re reading “We Have Company” by Kimberlee Smith.
We have company . I thought my husband Dean and I would be in limbo, alone, for eternity. It’s not that I don’t love him, but the past few months have been like the two of us are stranded on a deserted island. Without the island.
Last month I wrote: “There’s more going on here than meets the eye, and it’s darned compelling.” Hey, when I’m right, I’m right. A simple story about a snake bit mom checking in on her newborn baby has morphed into something quite a lot deeper, a story of devotion and deserving and, well, let’s Continue reading
It’s the 27th and time for “Samford’s Big Race” by Nathaniel Tower.
Sweat rolls down his naked ass crack as Samford stands at the starting line, waist bent and arms cocked and ready to run. He doesn ’t know why he’s sweating when the race hasn’t started yet. Perhaps it’s nerves. Or maybe it’s a sign that late May is turning into summer already.
Last month left me saying stuff like, “I don’t actually want to know the answer (yet) as it’s just so much darned fun trying to figure it out.” And wouldn’t you know it? This month, right off the bat, we have our answer.
Samford Continue reading
On the 26th day we’re reading “O” by Gary Percesepe.
I’m in a bar when I butt-dial my wife, or rather my ex-wife. It isn’t the first time.
Last month I wrote: “The ending pushes us toward sympathy for this man who has hurt others and hurt himself in the process of trying to find whatever it is men look for in this world that has no real need for them.” This chapter is more graphic, a bit brutal in its depiction of women as objects of lust.
I picture two fourteen year olds, their front flats grinding together, lying head to toe, the dark haired one’s narrow foot grazing the pin shaped Continue reading
It’s May 25 and we’re reading “Morgana Malone and the Riddle of the Sands of Time” by Matt Potter.
The sand thwumps out of the upturned jar. Well, it would, except it’s not sand.
Last month I wrote: “Anything seems possible where Morgana Malone is concerned.” This month’s installment certainly does nothing to prove me wrong. No, this month our favorite orange-bob is visiting a psychic named Ludmilla. Only she’s not just any psychic…
“But I am a sand reader,” she says, crossing her arms under her cavernous cleavage so her breasts spill over her pale forearms . “I need the sand to Continue reading
Today, we’re reading “Generosity” by Teresa Burns Gunther.
Rachel and Stella finish their morning run, taking their time. It’s Saturday. The fog is just beginning to burn off. Mrs. Franklin’s already out in the narrow patch of garden that separates her home from Rachel’s. The old woman is hunched in “work togs” digging at the roots of her roses. Stella barks, straining at her lead. Mrs. Franklin looks up and smiles.
Last month I wrote: “I like the stubbornness of this character, and I like to think that the story cycle will ultimately wear her down.” Rachel is on a year long crusade to better herself. Mrs. Franklin provides this month’s Continue reading
It’s May 23, and time for “Trees” by Darryl Price.
Hey, Doc. Here’s your ounce of blood.
Today I got taught how to draw some trees. I think I’m pretty good at it. All the pretty nurses touched my shoulder, so that’s a good sign, right? I can draw trees that everybody likes. I must be okay. I mean would somebody who’s not alright be able to draw a tree?
Last month I wrote: “We are seeing real story movement, witnessing a character digging himself out from a very deep hole.” That progress continues in June, as our protagonist has emerged into the real world of doctors and Continue reading
It’s May 22nd, time to read “Forget” by Margaret Bingel.
At 6: 13 , the morning sun wakes Ned up, his eyes flash open, and he inhales deeply. Rising to greet the day, he stretches his arms out above his head. His elbows pop. Dr . Stanley had told him back in April that pops would happen , and not to worry, which is why he has no concerns with each new creak and crack that his body makes every morning.
Last month I wrote: “… we have an interesting dynamic taking shape here in the therapy room.” This month it’s all about Ned’s post-coma recovery.
Ned ambles Continue reading