Her memory, not mine

There are choices and then there are no choices…

The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol

I am trying to keep most of what I write on this blog light. But I was cop for awhile. Things will get a little dark. 

“Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.”- Richard Kadrey

I was sitting in my patrol car at intersection waiting for the light. The day was slow and hot and the light took it’s time. Everyone had their windows rolled up and their air conditioners blasting. I looked across at the car facing me in the opposite lane. At first I thought the woman was singing out loud to music and keeping rhythm with her hands. But then I saw the blood on her hands. A lot of blood. She wasn’t singing at all. She was screaming and hitting her hands on the steering wheel.

She needed emergency help but she wouldn’t run…

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Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself #3 (loud cars, crazy birds, and oh my God put the milk away already!)

I'm gonna slash his tires one day.  I am so not kidding, maybe. I think, because I was a cop, I am especially sensitive to people being stupid with their cars. Parking in handicap spaces when you aren't supposed to, intentionally making your car louder than it should be, and simply not knowing how to... Continue Reading →

Am I Blue?

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about dogs and people, and how they affect each other. Especially the ways both lives are changed when a dog and a person connect. I find myself comparing the two and wondering which one is the one to strive to be like. People or dogs? It was Blue's... Continue Reading →

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