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It was the middle of the night. I shot up in bed. They are gonna sue me, I know it. I snatched my phone to investigate.
I moved like a sloth into my “stealthy-web-searching-at-night position”: I lay down on my side, away from my wife. My elbow propped up.
up late at night? again? Is heidi esther gonna get busted? Read on, curious soul!Somehow, this all feels so dangerous to me. Shouldn’t I be at a conference for professional fundraisers? What am I doing here?
Oh my god, Jeff is walking towards me. Should I say something?? He’s, like, in charge of this whole thing. The side of my nose starts to heat, and so does one side of my neck. Yes, I look like a giraffe when I get nervous. A gift from my fifth decade of life. Super. I look down and pretend to interest myself in a giant potted plant nearby. What waxy leaves you have…
“Jeff, hey! How’s it going?” says someone else.
My whole body relaxes. Saved by the bell.
man, Jeff souns like a celebrity!What happens when Heidi Esther’s answer for everything – toast – doesn’t solve the problem? What else can she do?
(The Heart Attack Series, 1 of 2. Second Story coming March 10!)
It’s the middle of the night. So, I’m sleeping, right? Minding my own business. Snuggled high in my Ikea loft bed under my Wiener-dog blanket and the crocheted one Stacey made me. She’s my step-mom. I’m thirteen years old. And I’m wearing my striped pajama pants with Christmas chihuahuas if you must know.
That’s when I woke up. From the scratching. What the heck? Like someone’s clawing at my window. I’m not scared; I’m the family member who picks up bugs and puts them back outside. Alive. So, I open my curtains.
what’s outside? read on, brave soul!Or, as Dr. Seuss more-eloquently said, “Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive that is youer than you.”
It is four days after the winter solstice. The sun graces our northern hemisphere a couple more minutes each day. Bringing gifts of awakening and light. And the promise of vaccines bringing the gift of life at the end of this horrific pandemic tunnel, too.
And it’s Christmas!
What kind of gift is an ancient one??? Sounds interesting! read on!Not in a box. Not with a fox. Not in a car. Not in a bar. Not here OR there.
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My face turned hot. My lips pursed. My stomach lurched. I quickly grabbed my fork and knife and concentrated on cutting my pizza into toddler squares. Still listening to Betsy.
Betsy: A woman I’ve known for a year. How could I not see? Was I, now, my own social media filter? Has she been presenting facts that I, simply, could not, would not – recognize?
what’s so different about betsy? And why is heidi freaking out about it? read more!(Why Joyfully Ever After is a continuation of this story.) In a dark and cozy bedroom May 14, 2020: I wake up for the day. Feels off. What time is … Continue reading “Why Joyfully Ever After? And why now?”
(Why Joyfully Ever After is a continuation of this story.)
May 14, 2020: I wake up for the day. Feels off. What time is it? 4:23 am. How am I awake right now? That’s weird.
I fell back to sleep.
May 15, 2020: I feel great today! Wait. It’s still dark. 4:37 am. Hmmm.
Rolled over. Fell asleep.
Is this gonna be like groundhog day? maybe. but shorter and at night (spooky) :O
