Friday night I went to a political rally, and didn’t even get a T-shirt. I traveled almost two hours, one-way, to attend a rally for presidential hopeful Donald Trump. All of my friends, to a person - saving the friend I went with to the event - questioned my sanity. If I am anything, I … Continue reading Give me a T, give me an R, give me a U, M, P!
Author: Tara R.
Trumped up
Friday night, a friend and I have plans to attend a pep rally for 2016 presidential hopeful Donald Trump, not because I think he is a viable candidate, the man is bat-shit crazy, but because I want to see what all the hype is about him. I want to see what it is that has … Continue reading Trumped up
Vanished hope
The gaudily painted gondolas stopped at the Ferris wheel’s apex. From this vantage point, he could see the Fair tents and other carnival rides spreading out across the normally vacant hayfield. He rode in the only purple car, choosing it because it was her favorite color. A tiny, blue velvet jewelry box was cradled in … Continue reading Vanished hope
The lights are on, but no one’s home
The instruction email came only a few minutes after scheduling our home-visit appointment. We were told to not change any light bulbs in any of the suspected lamps - even if they burnt out prior to the actually reading - to not move or dust the shades, and to not unplug or turn off any lamps … Continue reading The lights are on, but no one’s home
Man of mystery
Andrew was a skilled pettifogger from the Old School of Quibbling. A layman lawyer, he could out talk and out argue any Bar sanctioned attorney. His court was the Speakers’ Corner of the city square; his clients were the disenfranchised; the judge, and jury, were his fellow citizens congregating on the quad; and the gallery … Continue reading Man of mystery
Out of the frying pan
The bonfire had burnt out. Initially, green palm fronds produced adequate smoke, but did little to keep the blaze burning. All dry driftwood they found was exhausted early, along with the hopes of the marooned travelers. Frank was the first one voted off the island. After his umpteenth rendition of the Gilligan’s Island theme song, … Continue reading Out of the frying pan


