Have you ever been to a taping of The Price is Right? You show up in some ridiculous costume, jumping and screaming like a lunatic. Pick me, pick me, pick me! They don’t. But the next week, when you arrive at jury duty, dressed in respectable attire, sitting silently, and not even jumping a little, […]
I won a writing contest last week. It was a 100-word short story for the local paper. The editor, who called to tell me I’d won, interviewed me over the phone, and just as we were finishing, he added, “And we’ll need a picture.” “Of me?” I asked. “Yes.” “How about someone related to me?”
It’s been around a while, but I’ve been too nervous to try it. It’s easy if you’re young or more experienced, but I’m neither of these. Also, I lack the confidence. There was something about that word that paralyzed me. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around those four letters. Then, this past summer, stranded