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I sat there, yesterday, on my bed. My hot laptop staring right at me. My legs aching from laying flat; my middle-aged back screaming “you know, you have a desk for work now!”
But my stomach and head weren’t listening, despite the nagging. It had been three hours since my last break. All was well. All my tabs closed, well, except….
Except my personal email tab. The purple outline of my google chrome browser was still open at top of my screen, haunting me.
Wow, Barbara. Your 13-year-old process of deduction while unconscious is most impressive.
Heart Attack Series 2 of 2. Read First Story Here.
We park in the ER lot. We don our masks and walk to the door in the cold, pre-dawn morning. I hold Stacey’s arm in her puffy green coat. Her whole body is trembling. This is bad.
5 paces in: the Check-in desk. As casually as a conversation about the weather, Stacey is asked her reason for the visit. She nods. I tell the woman her signs of a pre-heart attack. She writes it down on a ledger, types something, and looks back up. Could this woman move any slower?
stacey might die if this woman doesn’t hurry up her cursive!!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!Yes, I’m not going to pay $25 for two Panera Salads for lunch for someone I don’t like!
She slammed a door in my face!
Mary, my best friend.
I just couldn’t believe it – I froze. I don’t know if the source of our toddlers’ fight was my son or her daughter. Whatever. That was bullshit.
For the record, no friend has ever slammed a door in my face.
seriously, i made 3 new year’s resolutions to be a better friend. see what – or who – knocks on heidi’s door next!Are we raising children who are too lazy to virtually work for virtual money? I don’t like my survivability prospects.
Gaming Series 1/2: What happened when I tried playing Roblox, Gaming Series 2/2: What is the internet teaching my daughter?
In sweet memory of childhood Christmas breaks filled with my brothers and I playing video games.
Me: Okay, Barbara, I’m ready if you are.
Barbara in her thermals, and I in my fleece nightgown settled down for a long winter’s nap fun winter’s break.
