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Weekly Contest #306
Click. The computer screen says it’s 10:00 p.m.Click. I type in my password.Click. My right hand embraces the mouse.Click. I open Solitaire. Click. I start to play.For three days, I have played Solitaire.Why haven’t I turned on my cell phone, looked at my emails? Click. I win the first game.Click. Play.Click. Wait! The stupid game wants me to play an ad. I refuse to pay to get rid of ads, so I’ll just have to put up with them.Like most bipolar people, I know there are no good reasons not to take my meds; I just don’t get around to doing it s...
Weekly Contest #283
Mary Alice Arno Winston no longer exists. After her suicide on December 27, 1961, she was cremated. Her ashes were placed in a silvery brass urn inside the bottom of the night table next to my father’s side of the double-king-sized bed they shared. Eventually, my brother and I asked Dad to remove the urn. We thought it was creepy. Now it resides in a niche next to my grandmother’s urn, at Calvary Cemetery in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Mommie and Grandma Arno had an uncomfortable relationship after Grandma’s divorce when Mommie ...
Weekly Contest #273
Maddy and Don Mitchell chose Valentine’s Day for their wedding because anniversaries would be easy to remember. Every year, Maddy gave Don a single red carnation in memory of the first anniversary when they had been too poor for roses. Every year, Don picked up a dozen red roses at the florist’s shop on his way home. And every year, they went someplace special for dinner and dancing. “Are you getting a dozen red roses for Maddy aga...
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