Front seat driver

Off to NYC
tomorrow. Garmin riding
shotgun. Can’t get lost.

Not Lauren Graham

My daughters watch the
Gilmour Girls non-stop, wishing
I were Lorelei.

Winfrey loves Obama

Oprah and Barack
sit in a tree, campaign for
the Presidency.

Feeling fat

Going to New York
to be on TV. Need new
clothes. A tent would work.

Lair of the pack rat

HGTV shows
designer homes while I nest
in my own clutter.

Midnight munchies

To eat or not to
eat? My stomach says yes, my
hips scream don’t you dare.

All about the page views

Should I say what I
feel, or what attracts readers?
Tempting to sell out.

A little obsessed

I keep coming to
post like a lover checking
for text messages.

Meditative mind

Silence erases
thoughts and stress like dry markers
wiped clean from white boards.

Starving writer

I really should start
dinner. But husband’s gone, so
I’ll just blog and starve.