These are the tests: global, personal. Not math, thank goodness.
Author: Feisty Quill
Writer (nonfiction, fiction, poetry, music)
The language of “homeless”
To this day I am tickled that years ago, in a coffee bar in Amsterdam, my own dealer/seller suggested that I stop smoking my beautiful first ever marijuana serving. We had smoked less than ½ of one joint.
Maybe anorexics in quarantine with family do the dishes more frequently so they can chuck their uneaten food in the trash before others have time to notice.
Chocolate in a Pandemic
That pasta will probably be there indefinitely, unless the pandemic “shelter in place” lasts like five years. Have you ever tried gluten free pasta? It’s disgusting.
Defrosting
We defrost our freezer. We eat soy ice cream. I invent Cobweb toilet paper.
Beginning with Line Spacing
I don’t even know what the “Paragraph” choices are, a clear indicator of how often I use them. Which is never.
Raising People
Never sell your instrument.
Dreaming of Eggs Benedict and avoiding Russian spies.
Grey’s Anatomy
Jackson Avery’s mother should have let him go into modeling.
High School
High school is terrible. Cynde Lauper was cool; Madonna is better. My brother is Madonna, and I’m Cynde Lauper.