Muddyumprompt

Cause every great one-liner deserves an honorable or outrageous setup — Here I am saying yes to my improviser’s soul by saying yes/and to Gary Chapin’s offer of a writerly improv game of saying yes/and to and with a fellow MuddyUmer’s post. As a newly published and quite shy writer, I can only imagine myself en scene with T. Kent, thrilled…

These are NOT the dog days — Mom, you always look at us and say “it’s so hard being Sulley and Margo,” and you laugh, but we don’t know what you’re laughing about. It’s true. Being us is hard work. We have a lot on our plates, and not enough in our bowls. There is so much…

Thank you Mad Magazine and Mindfulness — When Gary Chapin tells you to worry, you worry. Why? Look at his photo. He does not look like a worrier. So, if he worries, we should all worry. If he tells us to worry, we should worry. His recent writing prompt did exactly that. Gary’s hero, and mine since…

And this is just a wee sample of the full catastrophe — It took some finagling, but I finally managed to wrangle a diagnosis of ‘anxiety attack’ from my doctor. See, I’ve been lying awake at night, or rather in the wee small hours of the morning. Ever wonder why they’re called the wee small hours of the morning? I finally figured…

Your tenant, Mr. Worry, lets us know who runs this show — To: Landlord From: Worry Re: living rent-free in your head and that shit has to stop. Regarding the note slipped under my door, you and I have no lease, signed or oral agreement and your demands will not stand up in a court of law. 2. I will live rent-free…

I’ll take my self-confidence over your phony certificate any day — As my former flight instructor cursed at me through tears of fear, I thought my flying days were over. It was my first time being allowed to fly, and I made the common mistake of flying “too close” to a building. As I attempted to explain that I just wanted…

There’s a pub for your breast story — Dear men with manboobs, The word boobs can disrupt the most serious of conversations. The Pope could be leading a prayer in Piazza San Marco and if the Vicar of Christ mistakenly said the word boob, all hell would break loose. …