It’s that time of season again, when that tie or pair of high heels gets an extra minute of scrutiny before slipping on. In the office, the calculations for the end-of-year report is left undone as a sense of gaiety permeates through the cubicles; the office holiday party countdown has begun…
Category: Letters From A Broad
The recent acne scars along his jaw line was a tell-tale sign of his youth. We shuffled in single file, passing through the metal detector one-by-one…
Living in a climate with winter temperatures that go below freezing for a good four months of the year and a house full of designer furniture; having pets that shed, scratched and needed a twice daily constitution was an easy decision – no, not in my backyard.
I’m not a science fiction geek but whenever I see those futuristic inhabitants zipping around in their hydrogen powered hovercrafts, a feeling of envy comes over me. I love those sleek, one piece, polymer suits they wear. Not so much the style, jumpsuits are notoriously difficult in public bathrooms, but the fact that everyone is … Continued
I was grinning ear-to-ear as Mrs. Kellet, my all-time favorite teacher let me ride shotgun. Miss Roach, my 2nd grade and least favorite teacher rode in the back; she took out a Virginia Slims menthol cigarette, lit it up and proceeded to fill the Oldsmobile Cutlass with plumes of choking vapor. I started to gag … Continued
It happened again, right on schedule. As reliable as the postman, my Wi-Fi service in the house had lost the connection again. Not yet finished with my daily intake of caffeine, I shook my IPad hoping to update the LA Times. Ten years ago, yesterday’s news was at least good for wrapping fish or scrunched … Continued
There are three things that Chinese parents of daughters dread most; their daughters not marrying, marrying poor or the unspeakable – marrying a non-Chinese.
If you’re too young to vote or think that “Windows” belong in a house and an “Apple” in a pie, read no further, you’re most likely to already be a Facebook follower or committed to writing in longhand until they pry the pencil from your cold, dead fingers.