#WATWB: Thank You for Your Service!

May is National Military Appreciation Month in the U.S. “In 1999 Senator John McCain introduced legislation to designate the month of May as National Military Appreciation Month. Both the Senate and House of Representatives adopted resolutions calling for Americans to recognize and honor U.S. Service Members during NMAM. These proclamations also urge the President to issue a proclamation calling on the people of the United States to observe NMAM. “National Military Appreciation Month is a declaration that encourages U.S. citizensRead more

Huh?

“What did I do?” That’s what mom asked me on Sunday. Twice. I answered, “I don’t know,” twice. I did not have a clue. Did she spill her coffee or steal someone’s oatmeal at breakfast? In hindsight, I should have answered, “I don’t know, but do you need bail money?” This post has been brought to you by the question of the day. It has also been brought to you by Linda G. Hill’s “One-Liner Wednesday.” All you need to play alongRead more

SoCS: Miss Downtrodden

Impoverished existence Empty, hollow I can hardly breathe Barely swallow   Ziva? Yes mom? I hope you’re not writing about yourself. Ummm…maybe… Really?   Starvation chases Empty, hollow I can barely think Death follows   Ziva! Yes mom? Have you called the ASPCA? Ummm…maybe… Really?   Sleep eludes Empty, hollow…   Ziva! What? Sleep is your middle name. It doesn’t feel like it. Really?   Sleep eludes Empty, hollow I can scarcely rest Self-pity wallows   Ziva? Yes mom? AnyRead more

Somewhat Busy

I can’t necessarily say that I live an exciting life. I can say I live a somewhat busy life. Unlike this guy… “Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you’ll see the world If I’m not mistaken…”  ~Neil Gaiman~ I wanted so badly to sleep Thursday morning, to stay in bed until the urge for coffee overwhelmed the need to lay prone. It may be my own fault – I’ve started reading at night [summer project]Read more

Kindred with the Beaver

A co-worker’s Sarah Boynton desk calendar said it all last week. There are days when I am kindred with the beaver, except I’m usually holding more than two branches. Sometimes I juggle the branches. Sometimes I want to burn the branches. Sometimes I want to throw the branches down and run away. But I’m a public employee who aspires to do her best every day, no matter how many projects they throw at me, and get the job done. IRead more

Poetic Subjectivity

“It’s all about people. It’s all about the subjectivity of what people love.” ~Joe Pantoliano~ A week ago, I finished a five-week poetry class at UW-Fox Valley. This class was definitely more subjective than it was technical. Rather than learn about different styles of poetry, pentameter or best use of the English language, we engaged in free-write exercises, read works of published poets, listened to short lectures, recited our homework (poetry) out loud, and listened to feedback from the restRead more

Worry

Questions, always questions Will I? Can I? What if? Thick as grandma’s gravy Murky as dog-day waters It hangs in the air like a dense fog that fails to lift Doubts, always doubts I won’t I can’t If will happen Never positive in thought Believing in armageddon It drags its victims along through a pool of coagulated sludge Fear, always fear I submit I cringe A chill rises Tomorrow is at the forefront Yesterday still concerns It lurks in an inkyRead more

Guilty as Charged

“What do you think they’re going to do to us when they find us guilty?” she says after a few minutes of silence have passed. “Honestly?” “Does now seem like the time for honesty?” I look at her from the corner of my eye. “I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of [tuna] cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.” ~Veronica Roth, Insurgent~ The Crime Cat shoves papers off the human’s computer desk while she sleeps.Read more

Forty-Two Years

The year of 1976, May. Young, naive, impressionable, eighteen years of age, ears glistening with dew.   She prepares, cinching the fabric belt of a washed-out, blue shirtdress with vertical white buttons.   Her hair dark, it glistens purple in the sun as she hesitates toward the door that leads to a career.   The resume is thin… field work, picking strawberries, factory work, packing cheese, one year with an attorney.   The one sits behind a desk. He feelsRead more

#WATWB: A Mobile Movement

“A new type of volunteer opportunity is coming to the Fox Cities this spring in the form of the Give Back Bus. For a small donation, the Give Back Bus will transport riders on altruistic adventures around the Fox Cities area. But there’s a twist – destinations will not be revealed until the bus arrives at its final stop. Trips are generally four hours long and there is no limit to the scope of projects planned. Volunteers could help clean up a localRead more

It’s been that kind of week

“If I see another bunny or squirrel run across my desk, I’m gonna shoot it.” (Spoken to a fellow employee by Yours Truly) Before anyone calls PETA or Dan summons The Editor, let me explain. It’s been that kind of week. A bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel, bunny, squirrel week. There’s a lot going on. I love chocolate chip mint coconut milk ice cream. Costco is out of my Mediterranean salad mix. Ugh. I almost forgot to write aRead more

The Green Room

Why must I be your prisoner, locked in the pistachio green room all day? I have given you perfect love and constant, faithful loyalty I speak your name every day, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but you order me to shut up. I devour your daily tuna fare and brazenly beg for more. You are held in motherly high esteem, yet, here I am, locked in the square green room. The days can be hollow and lonely. IfRead more