Identity: What Did I Miss?

I’m staring at the ID card I’ve had for several years. This card tells everyone Mary is a permanent employee for a state government agency and assigns an ID number. It also contains one of the few ID or driver’s license photos in which I don’t appear to have woken from a two-day drunk. ID stands for “identity,” but you wouldn’t learn much about me from the plastic rectangle that is clipped to a piece of wardrobe Monday through Friday.Read more

SoCS: The Organ of it All

Organ. Hmmmmm… Linda G. Hill requests I use the word organ in my post. I wonder if she smelled Natasha’s chicken livers cooking the other night. I hate liver, an organ meat. I know this because I keep trying liver and it continues to taste disgusting. I will eat chicken hearts and gizzards, but liver? No. I’ll stick with my bacon and organic chicken eggs. In other news, I’m officially on vacation. I left the organization that delivers my paycheck atRead more