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I never understood the desire to be a politician. Who’d want this job? I guess power hungry individuals who look for possible gain at every opportunity.

Posted By sakeatken On 01.09.2013 @ 12:41 pm

Hearts are so easily broken. Even without malice intent, by the mere flick of a hand, a turn of phrase, a perceived slight, a broken heart can result. We should be aware that our every move, word, act can result in serious damage to the heart of someone we love.

Posted By sakeatken On 11.16.2011 @ 4:07 pm

She thought of him as an insect…. a small bothersome thing that she’d as easily squash as look at. She thought of him as lowly and annoying…. until the summer he turned 19.

Posted By sakeatken On 09.06.2011 @ 6:45 pm

He cast her aside like an old shoe. “I’m not happy,” he said. Like everyone has a right to be happy. Who the hell ever said that? And why should his happiness come at the expense of hers?

Posted By sakeatken On 07.06.2011 @ 12:08 pm

Lust… that thing that drives normally sane people to give up careers, families, respect, social standing. Strange – less is ever surrendered for love than is so often surrendered for lust.

Posted By sakeatken On 06.27.2011 @ 1:11 pm

when i was a kid, there was a pretzel guy at the corner of our schoolyard. The soft pretzels were kept hot by chestnuts that roasted underneath. Some kids actually bought and ate the chestnuts. I was not that adventurous. But I loved the hot, salty pretzels.

Posted By sakeatken On 05.22.2011 @ 7:11 pm

Domestic bliss. That’s what she’d always wanted. Just a simple life, with a good man who loved her madly, a couple of kids and a little house with the cliched white picket fence. What she got instead was far from that…

Posted By sakeatken On 05.19.2011 @ 4:25 pm

Sandy lives like a mole. Her office lighting is so dim that I have to feel my way along the walls whenever I go in there. The overhead lights are always off, the binds pulled tight. I guess it’s calming to her, but I find it rather depressing.

Posted By sakeatken On 05.18.2011 @ 6:39 pm

I’m curious about a lot of things…. I look things up online constantly. Every time I see or hear about something I don’t understand, I “google” it. I immediately forget it, of course, but at least for that moment, I’ve learned something!

Posted By sakeatken On 05.16.2011 @ 8:10 pm

Not being a vodka drinker myself, I had no idea which bottle to get for my mother. So I stood in the Duty Free shop, torn between the Smirnoff with the blue label and the one with the red. I finally made my selection and boarded the plane. When I landed and my sisters saw the blue label the three of them winced. “Not the blue label,” they cried in unison. Apparently my mother became a bit more intolerable than usual after imbibing the dreaded blue label. Later that week, I would see this first-hand.

Posted By sakeatken On 05.14.2011 @ 7:26 pm

She wanted to console him… to put her arms around him… to tell him everything would be all right. But she knew it wouldn’t be. It would never be all right again. So instead of lying to him, instead of hugging him, instead of offering any form of consolation, she stood in the doorway biting her lip, watching as he sat on the couch crying like she’d never seen another person cry…

Posted By sakeatken On 05.10.2011 @ 8:07 pm

I like crew socks. It’s not really complicated. Crew socks. It says it right there on the package. For 30 plus years I’ve worn them. Not knee socks. Not those little ankle things that slip into your shoes when you walk. Crew socks. Still, three decades of marriage and he brings me home every type of sock but the only ones I like: crew socks.

Posted By sakeatken On 05.09.2011 @ 7:42 pm