writer. storyteller. teacher
As a general rule, I’m not known for doing anything halfway. So when I start a new hobby, I get a little gung ho. Like the time I decided it would be fun to learn how to paint. Swooning over the veritable ocean of colors (who knew there were so many shades of blue), I… Continue reading A Little Fabrication
I'm certainly not the first to point out that many aspects of a marriage require trust. First and foremost, the decision to marry requires that huge level of confidence that you will spend your life with this person. The decision to have children requires enormous trust, devotion and perhaps that third margarita. But of all the… Continue reading Hair Raising
The Tufts University student handbook now specifically prohibits students from having sex in their dorm room when their roommate is present. The handbook further prohibits "Sexiling" or exiling a roommate for the purpose of engaging in sexual activity. They had to have a rule for that? I am afraid. Very afraid.
Older Boy was asking me about my time spent as a prosecutor the other day. I reminded him that often he'd come to the office with me if I was the attorney on call, the cops would entertain him by spinning him around in the conference room chairs and put State's Exhibit stickers on his… Continue reading Disorder In The Court
When I was a kid, the catchy airline jingle was "Delta is ready when you are" voiced over the scene of a giant jetliner cruising along in a clear blue sky with snow capped mountains in the background. But times have changed. Now it's more like, "Delta - we're ready whenever we damn well feel like… Continue reading Ready Or Not
Seventy pound Leo who is under the misguided impression that he's a lapdog. I have written before about my pup, Leo the Destructo Dog and Obedience School Dropout. I even wrote a column, which I am reprinting below, in praise of his puppy breath. But this column, which appeared in the Bozeman Daily Chronicle on August 1, 2009, was almost… Continue reading Puppy Love
Post deleted 9-12-09. While it was extremely cathartic to write, it was very, very naughty. If you happened to read it, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am indeed a real mother.
Maybe it was just me, but today the sky was just a little more blue. Sounds were a little more clear. And I think that Mr. Bluebird landed on my shoulder if only for a moment. But what was the reason for this Zippity-Do-Dah kind of day? The most wonderful time of the year for… Continue reading The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
Denise Malloy 