Author Archives: Maureen Morrissey

This story actually does not have a title.  I thought about “The Watchers” or “Girl, Girl, Girl”  but I don’t love either of those.  Feel free to suggest one, if you wish! …………………………………………………………………………………………………… The string in her hand felt alive, … Continue reading →

I have managed, on this blog at least, to keep away from the political.  I have heard often enough that you do not discuss politics and baseball at parties, if you want to have a fun time.   So this post … Continue reading →

I’m going to sound like an old fuddy-duddy on this one, but I can’t help it.  As I go through my days, the lack of  politeness and consideration is astounding to me.  Sometimes, I admit with a tinge of shame, … Continue reading →

I write for fun and I write to entertain myself.  I’m so lucky that the internet allows me to share with a small (but loyal) audience, since getting published these days is next to impossible.  I write mostly short stories … Continue reading →

It’s 3:00 in the afternoon on an overcast Saturday, we have been working at and on the house all day, and I’m now sitting down and enjoying an afternoon cup of coffee.  When my kids read this, they will think, … Continue reading →

And pay the consequences…today I’m on a roll about parenting, due to some pretty extraordinary examples of how not to do it that I find myself witnessing on a daily basis.  I know each of us is different, and that … Continue reading →

…Yes it is. We look at recent history in decades, and each decade seems to have a completely separate character.  Roaring 20’s; Depression in the 30’s;  World War II in the 40’s; Cold War in the 50’s; Hippies and Free … Continue reading →

You never stop learning.  You can’t help it.  You can fight it- try to go through a day without thinking or solving a problem and thereby building your mental repetoire.  Not possible, unless maybe you stay drunk or stoned for … Continue reading →

That is a direct quote from the plumber just minutes ago, who left us for the weekend with an unconnected plumbing pipe to the hot water heater, possibly on purpose, according to my husband.  My response: “There are worse things, … Continue reading →

It’s finally here.  We have been living with ceiling-high piles of boxes since mid-August, not 100% sure of the exact date of the move; but now it’s here.  The truck will arrive in just three hours, load up seventeen years … Continue reading →