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Category Archives: humor
First-Time Author Can’t Open Her Own Box of Books
At last! I’ve slaved over the writing, editing, and publishing of my first novel, Waking Beauty. Now my books have arrived in the mail! If only I could work up the courage to open them. Anyone relate? Continue reading
Rage, rage against the dying of poetry recitations
Can you recite a poem? Guess who’s keeping this tradition alive. Continue reading
My Kingdom For Any Mode of Transportation But a Horse
Back in college I spent several years writing a draft of a fantasy/sci fi novel. I was never able to finish it, mainly because the plot started out cute and Mogli-sized, then grew to gremlin-sized and started causing havoc. But it was one of my best attempts at world-building. One of the details I was … Continue reading
Library Card Rumors
In which I infiltrate the library’s reciprocal benefits program and pass the inspection of Agent Alpha – all to check out a book. Continue reading
Grocery Store Etiquette
A poem about those little bars that separate orders on the conveyor belt at the checkout. Would Miss Manners approve?
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On Other Stupid Things to Laugh At – Checkout Lanes
I confess I am amused by stupid little things. Eye exams. Grocery store lines. Before a recent ice storm, I went to Kroger. It was packed, as people prepared for another Snowmagedon. Carts in lines 8 deep, all lanes open. Like Christmas Eve, but with no expectations of anything more exciting to open the next … Continue reading
Cheating on the Eye Exam
A VISIT TO THE OPTOMETRIST Or WHAT’S THE OTHER ONE FOR? Went to the eye doctor yesterday, and though my new glasses are tops, I really wanted a monocle. I’m a nearsighted cyclops. Well, I’m no cyclops, but I really did go to the optometrist yesterday. My optometrist cracks me up, because after … Continue reading
book reviews / fairy tale / humor / sci fi
Book Review: Cress
BEST. RESCUE. SCENE. EVER.
If you have no other reason to read Cress, this scene would justify it. A damsel in distress is held prisoner by a crazed wolf-man, a hero rushes through the hallway shouting her name, and then—
I laughed so hard I fell over.
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Sarah E. Morin 