- April 04
- a.k.a. Linnnn
- You are cordially invited to close your eyes and throw a dart at any one of the titles listed in "My Links" below. Those stories are all bits and pieces of me. Let me know what you think...
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Linda Treiber's Links
- 1 Act Play - 4 Generations of Women
- The Beach Divas
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- Ghosties and Paranormal Musings
- Kids, Dogs, Cats, Family and Such
- My Links
- The Baby Tree. A ghostly 1 act play
- My Blog Bog Elsewhere
- Soccer Moms Are Fabulous
- It WAS a Tumor! Tale of the Tumor
- Serial Killers, Catholics, 9/11 Etc.
- The Adventures of Dr. Dad
- Plays Made Entirely by Emails
Placebostudman, Ryan, included a pic of this amazing kid to his OS blog banner a while back . He was just so impressed with the boy's tenacity and courage in the face of having some of the same obstacles Ryan had physically.
Just days afte… Read full post »
The Boy with a bug peeking out from blanket. Cute girls always nearby.
“Mahhhm, we’re thirty minutes out. Pick me up please at the usual place ok?” Click.
The Boy’s voice on the phone was gravelly and sounded painful.
He was on his way home from a crew reg… Read full post »
“Hey…Did you see this?”
Michael came running into my office and flicked on the television.
“Looks like there’s been an accident at the World Trade Center.”
We were just starting our day researching and writing the qu… Read full post »
“Ack! Linda. Good to see you dear.”
“Ok, Mike, what in holy hell is going on?”
I had waited until last. All the blue-haired ladies had lined up in front of Mike’s station self-consciously patting their hair and arranging their rosaries just right.… Read full post »
Since I am going to be at soccer games all day, I thought I would repost this one for a Sunday read. Thanks to Stim, Owl, 1_Irritated_Mother, Joan H., and Amanda G.for reading it the first time I posted.
The apple tree in question was a remnant refugee of an old orchard that had been slowly eaten up by the development of the tennis courts at the Country Club.
Once an energetic engine of a profuse amount of fruit, it had been reduced to the status of landscaping… Read full post »
Aunt Polly can really talk.
That's how she survived one single crystalline slice of danger in Cordele, Georgia a few years ago.
A family celebrity, she has been indulging the inborn urge to wander her entire life. Her career: Beloved kindergarten t… Read full post »
"I think I have been shot!” I said to Keith, my voice raising up brittle and shocky over the dying music, “Why would somebody want to shoot me?”
Why me? I am just a nobody, I thought.
Then things went all trippy. The disco lights softened into dangling multi-colored… Read full post »
"Let's see if they can keep us from standing still!"
Mr. Blitz and Dr. Boo-yah, the Deans of Discipline at Boone High School, conspired mightily that muggy autumn to squash a pesky but potentially virulent insurrection.
After all, with school just starting, 'twas the season for sc… Read full post »
The Beach Divas mascot sitting on the iconic Red Cooler.
“So, if these chicks have turned onto Stepford Wives or something, y’know perfect in every way, I am so out of here in the morning!”
Karen arrived first and delivered this ultimatum with one hand on h… Read full post »
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You got here half way through the tail, uh, tale. For the first part, click here.
Dad: "Now here's what we're going to do..."
Seems mice get territorial when cooped up seventy-five to a cage and begin to eat the newborn offspring of competing mouse clans.
We kids neve… Read full post »
“Are you sure they are both females?”
“Yes of course I am! For God’s sake, Lois, I’m a doctor!”
Chris’s birthday gift that year was two white albino baby mice with pink eyes. My dad was holding them up by their tails and peeri… Read full post »
Yes. It's us. And a cat.
“Get in here and eat this!”
Mom usually let half the civilized world know that she had slaved away over a hot stove to provide grub for our weekday night ritual of MANDATORY FAMILY DINNER.
The clash of silverware and crockery… Read full post »
A boat load of attention is lavished upon cute little doggies and kitties nowadays. Their seemingly endless repertoire of adorable expressions, captionable poses, and anthropomorphic utterances provoke smiles and "awwwws" even from the crankiest of us.
You kn… Read full post »
The door banged open.
Rolling in backward was an orderly in hospital scrubs towing a wheelchair filled to the brim with the most ancient black man I have ever seen.
The orderly deftly placed the wheelchair in front of the waiting room TV.
“Mr. Louis you go… Read full post »
Leon Shelton’s church funeral didn’t hold a candle to the real proper send off he received at the Lake Toxaway Community Center last Friday night.
For mountain folk in western North Carolina, nothing brings your soul closer to heaven, living or dead, than live bluegr… Read full post »
A play in Two Acts
By Linda L. Treiber
Mishap Gap, North Carolina at the town’s renowned beauty parlor/donut shop, Do’s & Donuts.
Cast of Characters
Veeta Whitmire.....Owner of donut shop and sister to Mira Whitmire
Mira McCall..........Owner of beauty salon
Garnets fell from our fingers.
Dark red, glinting, as big as your thumbnail.
The very droplets of mountain blood,
Seemed to us,
In the ice cold pool at the base of those falls.
Our hands were blue with… Read full post »
We didn’t even make it out of the driveway before they started bitching at each other.
“Move your seat up, dumb ass, my knees are up around my ears!”
“No. Deal with it, butthole.”
“You selfish tool! Just you wait ‘til you&rsqu… Read full post »
Already told to go pound sand by mom, dad enlisted his first born, me, as the perfect accomplice for a project he was planning for sundown.
“It’ll take us five minutes, just five minutes, swear.”
Common family knowledge was that if dad estimated five minutes on/… Read full post »
Dad always wanted me to be a boy.
The day I was born, my dad, by virtue of being a resident doctor at Holy Cross Hospital, was permitted to hang out with mom while she labored to bring me into the world. Dad had privileges, unlike all the other/… Read full post »
That creepy smug expression on my younger brother’s face gave me a solidly foreboding hint about how the rest of that Sunday was going to go.
When he flopped down on the car seat with his arms crossed, and sat completely still with that prissy Chiclet-toothed grin, h… Read full post »