Just when you think the shit can’t get any crazier…
…you happen upon a “life hack” in a laundry list of them that suggests a fun new way to keep the kiddos entertained.
What do you think that is? Come on guys, especially you parents with younger children, tell me what you think.
I’m impatient so I won’t wait. To keep your spawn out of your hair for a little while at least, glue coins to the bottoms of their shoes.
I am not high. I am not making this up. Now, I’m almost afraid to share this as I…
The only “bubbly” was in my glass
There may be a glitch in my personality and if so, I’m sure someone here will be happy to point it out, but never in my life have I enjoyed a bridal or baby shower. Except for my own. Bridal, not baby.
Side note: To me, baby showers are the absolute worst. How many onesies and burp cloths and changing pads can you crap yourself over?
Yesterday, I attended the bridal shower for my nephew’s fiancee, with the nuptials set for next month. …
POETRY/POETRY PROMPT
A response to the poetry prompt “the center of power within the family unit”
My brother’s off to Dallas.
His sisters couldn’t care less.
When family ties are worn and bent,
there’s power in estrangement.
Power in the leaving.
Power in the grieving.
Go on and cry and then be done.
Just know you’re not the only one.
My brother’s off to Dallas.
His sisters couldn’t care less.
Our parents may have felt the loss,
but as they’re dead, don’t give a toss.
Thank you to Jupiter Grant for the always-inspiring tag. Any, for anyone who wants to play with us, please do!
© Sherry McGuinn, 2021. All Rights Reserved.
Sherry McGuinn is a…
Some Amazon reviewers need to scratch the selfies.
I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m a beauty product junkie. And, when I’m bored, or my muse has taken a flyer, I spend “quality time” perusing said products on Amazon Prime.
Now, I appreciate the reviews, many of which are undoubtedly phony. But then there are those earnest folks who feel the need to go the extra mile and take before and after selfies for whatever health and/or beauty product they’re reviewing.
With all due respect, I don’t need to get up close and personal with a random pustule…
OP-ED
But, NewsBreak has me teetering on the third rail
When I was solicited for NewsBreak’s “creator” program, I wasn’t sure what I was getting into, but at first blush, it seemed like an interesting venture. You know. Something new to try out and maybe make a few bucks from.
Now, I’m not a reporter, in the strictest definition of the word. Nor, have I claimed to be. Sure, as a writer, I “report” stuff that I’m interested in and think my readers will enjoy, or gain some benefit from. But never have I considered writing for a news outlet.
However, in its early incarnation, NewsBreak was willing to accept…
A whole new set of choppers in a day?
How the hell does this work? See, folks? Further proof that you never know when and how inspiration will strike.
With the TV tuned to the Food Channel in the background, I’m sitting here, minding my own business, checking emails, my stats, my general standing in the world at large, and being unproductive AF when a commercial airs for “dental implants in a day.”
Each time it’s on, my mind boggles. Is this the LensCrafters of dentistry? “New teeth in about an hour?”
Hell, I had one implant! It took over…
When shelling out feels like selling out
You can take the following with a grain of salt, or not. But, I’m going to be honest with what I think is yet another kick to the posterior that we writers have to endure.
And please know that this is not news. I’m writing about it now as I’ve nearly reached my tipping point. Also, keep in mind that this rant is coming from a screenwriter’s perspective. As I’ve not yet taken the deep dive into writing a book, although I keep thinking about it, I would love to hear if you novelists have experienced the same, unsettling sensation…
POETRY/POETRY PROMPT
A response to the poetry prompt “unraveling”
My ass is unraveling.
It’s traveling to places heretofore, unknown.
It is a stranger.
Seeking danger by emulating a flapjack.
I will smack it.
Blue and black it with unrestrained fervor.
Will I do this by hand?
Or sack of sand pilfered from a neighbor’s yard?
I think not.
As what I got is way, way meaner.
A Fascia Blaster.
All hail the master of self-torture.
I will blast my butt cheeks.
A blast so fast, they won’t know what hit them.
One day, they’ll thank me.
Or shank me, for the pain I knowingly inflicted.
Thanks to Jupiter Grant…
Reflections on not going full-tilt asshole
My nephew is getting married in July to a sweetheart of a young woman. I love him dearly, as I do his sister and brother. They’re my sister’s kids and she did a hell of a job with them.
We always have a good time when we hang out. I could be kidding myself, but I believe they think I’m a “cool aunt.” They appreciate my being a writer. …
POETRY/POETRY PROMPT
A response to the poetry prompt, “Satisfaction”
Give me what I want,
And give it to me now.
You’ve given it to others.
Don’t pretend you don’t know how.
Touch me where I like it best.
With feeling, pretty please.
Satisfy my every urge.
Don’t think that you can tease.
Except of course in those hot spots.
That stoke my inner fire.
And dampen my resolve to say,
“I know that you’re a liar.”
Twist me ‘round and tie a knot.
Your touch as ever, deft.
I’ve given all I have to you.
There’s precious little left.
Satisfy me now, you prick.
But take your time, my dear.
In…
Sherry McGuinn
Long-time writer and big-time dreamer. Screenwriter. Cat mama. Red lip aficionado. sherrymcguinn@gmail.com
