Articles Posted in the " Short Stories " Category

  • Andrew’s stove

    Andrew’s stove

    Today, my son, Cordell, and I went to Andrew’s “bachelor” pad to drop off some cash. I had to go to the Poly campus and Cordell’s advisor was there so, I took him along. Andrew doesn’t have venmo or paypal, our favorite sushi place was nearby and he gave us a key so, we went. […]


  • FML … I am WOMAN

    This woman contacted me as a wrong number… When I told her I was a coder… She assumed I was a man – and sent me her pic. WTF! FML I am woman –


  • Linkedin

    So, I made it to 500 people in my network.. Woo hoo. I have to admit… I stopped connecting with people I knew and started connecting with cute guys. What…? LOL I’m kind of old and kind of fat… Old I can’t change. Fat.. well, that’s relative. But I’m also kind of tired of being […]


  • Happy Trails My Friend

    Pasquale Amodeo 1968-2017 The world was a better place with you in it. Thank you my friend. Your friendship saved me. And now… I’m at my weakest point. I’d like to stop crying my heart out!



  • June 2016 – Restricted? I don’t think so.

    I spend a lot of time alone. I do. The worst part is what I do if I have too much time alone. So, one night I was tired. I was not broke but had been in the past. The girl at the store overcharged Zack for a cup of ice. Dude… I’m not paying […]


  • Social engineer? Me… nah

    After much insistence by my associates, I have come to the conclusion that yes, I do this and I guess I do it well. Let’s think about the background … 1. Grew up broke 2. Father turned over millions in electronics engineering as President and Founder 3. Could go anywhere and do anything and get […]


  • I’m ready.

    I’m ready.

    Something I’ve been thinking about though. With every heartbreak. With every moment of disappointment. Every heart ache. Each and every day in captivity. For Every single pain. Every stinging word. For when I mourned my life, for when I was beaten for crying I received no love. For Every time violence was experienced. For Every […]


  • All I want is freedom

    All I want is freedom

    Her mother said, “your children are all fatherless.” That was especially harsh since she had left the last child’s father about a year ago. He was physically abusive to her. The older children protected her. He did not abuse her while they were around. She felt bad like… her son should have his own life. […]