Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 13

Part 13 When I was sixteen, I babysat little kids. By that time, the money made a difference. It didn’t go to bills but it was what let me continue to enjoy the luxuries I’d been accustomed to. The kids I babysat didn’t have the kind of childhood I’d had – those children had nannies. … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 13

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eleven

Part Eleven I want to go home. I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home! There’s just one problem. I am home. Or as close to it as I’ll be getting. I want to go back to the home where I was a pampered little darling, where I knew nothing of … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part Eleven

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 3

Part 3   I love being thought of as a flake. It’s so much fun. I mean, granted, I was one as a teenager. But I don’t think it’s fair to count that for anything. I was a teenager. They’re all flaky, it’s part of the job description, isn’t it? I’ve gotten a heck of … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 3

Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 2

Don't forget to read Part 1! Part 2  Do you know what I would love beyond all reason? A remote with a mute button for people. God, why is it that sometimes people just have to make an issue out of everything?   Only a handful of people can ruin my mood with just a … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 2