Yes, ladies and gents — I’ve had another Medium epiphany!
*Updated today 10/16/21 — see notes below :)
So once again, I’m doing that face-palm thing (thanks to you guys, I know the correct term for slamming my palm into my forehead while saying bad words) because I should have…
I knew I had to do something when Mom canceled her Medium membership.
She’s 87, a retired teacher, and an avid reader, so Medium is straight-up her alley. She was excited when I started writing on the platform and joined immediately.
A year later (this past spring), when her membership…
That’s me putting my nose in your business! Cute eh?
It’s not like I’m bored and have nothing else to do (hell no…), but I feel compelled to help newer writers on the platform because it wasn’t that long ago that I was sweatin’ it, trying to figure this all…
Moments before my office door flew open, I heard raised voices and Grace telling someone to settle down. “I don’t want to get Ms. Porter involved, but I will if you don’t stop hollering at me!”
I knew from experience that my Monday morning coffee was about to get cold…
Each time he exhaled, bits of hair shifted and parted on the back of my head, sending chills down my spine.
His hot breath confirmed the raw, sliced garlic sandwich he’d had for lunch was still stuck in his teeth.
I’d had enough.
I took another step forward and swore…
Your writing is excellent Tom...you pull me right along :) I'm a bit of mixed bag of tricks when it comes to politics, I see good and bad on both sides. I wish we could vote for decency, integrity, common sense and fairness instead of mentally unstable, egotistical, politicians backed by money and hidden agendas. The world would be a better place.
My rose-coloured glasses slipped with a sharp intake of breath as I peered over the top rim to confirm my suspicions.
I reread those last few sentences on Facebook, eyes wide. “Did she just say that?” It was undeniable; I had no idea who my friend was anymore.
Uh oh…I screwed the pooch on this one too!
It’s the one thing on Medium you don’t want to get overly creative with. I fixed mine a while back but figured I’d better expose another of my rookie mistakes to help inform my fellow writers on the platform.
Dead as a doornail.
She’s pushin’ up daisies, and I’ve never been happier.
That may sound callous, but until her untimely (…well timely) demise, I was as miserable as a wet cat in a rainstorm.
She had to go — so I killed the bitch.
I dread trudging…