I've been a singleton for many years now, and have lived alone for many years, as well. So let's chat about a few of the awesome and not so awesome stuff about living single, shall we? We're limiting this to the actual living part of living single. Let's start with the not so great things …
Straightening Up and Flying Right, Part Deux.
Read Part Un here. That previous post mentioned how, in part, my posture certainly changed when puberty reared her head and pronounced me worthy of her, uh, magnanimous gifts. You get my drift. Things grew, and fast. As I got older, those “gifts” not only added to my terrible posture—honestly, they were the main reason …
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Products from Heaven: Temp Color, Perm Win.
Don't be alarmed by the "perm" reference: it's a permANENT win for me. So, I've been graying since high school. It wasn't a big deal and bit unique to me; my dear Dad grayed fully at 20 so I wasn't surprised by the silver strands that started arriving in my hair in my early teens. …
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Life…So Far…
Hey, y'all. Been a while since I updated you, dear readers, about life and what's going on with your Square Peg. Image credit: Giphy Autumn 2020. Lest we refer back to the year that shall remain nameless, we'll start there. After months of quarantine living and having way too many conversations with myself, I decided …
Cassiopeia, The End.
Despite Jupiter's promise, none of us had any intention of staying in the area. A few days after the confrontation, Laura vacated her La Jolla condominium. She settled on a ranch in Billings, Montana, which provided plenty of space for my dog, Jack Russell, who would stay with his new friend until it was time …
Cassiopeia, Part 11.
Cassiopeia quickly approached our group, her eyes clouded in confusion and alarm as she observed her mother pointing at her father. "What is this?" she asked when she reached me. “Elliott, why didn’t you tell me you were coming here? The house was empty. I thought he had taken all of you. I—" Her voice …
Cassiopeia, Part 10.
I had envisioned more muted tones, perhaps an endless stream of mahogany, to characterize the lair of one of the most powerful and now officially menacing men in the business world. In effect, whatever Lex Luthor's office looked like. (Certainly, a dark and intimidating wood finish.) As I studied the colossal office, however, the abundance …
Cassiopeia, Part 9.
There were eyes fixed on me the moment I exited the elevator. I wasn't sure if they were agents or legitimate Jupiter office staff, but they were visibly communicating, mainly through frowns and threatening expressions, that my presence on the floor wasn't welcomed or warranted. I wanted to laugh. One would think that an employee …
Cassiopeia, Part 8.
Returning to my house was out of the question for the time being. We decided that I would stay in Laura's guest room in the meantime. Cassiopeia was in and out of her mother's home as the days passed by. I didn't know where she stayed when she wasn't with us (returning to her home …
Cassiopeia, Part 7.
I stood abruptly, certain that one of Crew Cut's biceps alone could kill all of us and not caring in the least. "It's ok, El. He's on our side," Cassiopeia said. "How? He warned me about you. He told me not to trust you." I quickly relayed what happened at the dog park. "I told …
This Square Peg. 