Shrew: An omelet, A suitcase, A change of clothes and then a meal. Maybe. A sonnet, An altercation, with the consequence that she leaves. Again. … Cool chick changes, reverts to wasp “An omelet, bonny Kate? And sit.” “On a moveable? It will not bear me.” “I mean to bear thee.” “Don’t go all Shakespeare on me, I gotta go.” … But then she said She would not come Into my bed. I said, “Your mum, I wish her dead.” She whacked my bum I grasped her head She said, “You dumb Ass, don’t you tread On me.”
Monica lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and two foster dogs. She taught parents how to raise their toddlers for twenty-five years before retiring in 2015 to write. The secret to toddlers is to make sure you get enough sleep. Monica hasn't found the secret to writing, yet, but is diligently working at it. See links to her on-line stories on the publications page.
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