Cold Lake Cathy

Swishing skirts, high heels and Cadillac-bound, It's the Friday girls, the Friday girls, the Friday girls. When I was trying ...

I'm so happy right now! I've been telling the women in my writer's group about FridayFlash.org for YEARS. What an awesome sup...

First of all, I have a rant posted over at Fridayflash.org, in which I whinge about the robot-thingeys that unknowingly plague many Blogger...

Book Review: Crooked Fang by Carrie Clevenger I’ve always had a thing for Carrie Clevenger’s writing, not gonna lie, so I was a l...

Imagine my excitement when Jon Strother , THE Jon Strother, the King of Friday Flash Jon Strother, asked lil old me to be a regular corr...

My dad used to call me Albert A, a nod to Mr. Einstein. It wasn't a compliment. Usually he dissed me with the name at suppertime w...

"Was she really religious? I didn't think she was all that religious." Cameron twisted her black leather gloves in her winte...

"I have broken my hair," said Ravina. You can't break hair. "Well, I did. It busticated. Right at ear level." ...

Oh my goodness! That woman reeks , thinks Annie Breyer. She burrows her offended nose into her turtleneck sweater and tries not to think a...

Credit Black crow, feathers like midnight, eyes shiny beads of pinpricked light, watching the dead raccoon in the middle of the highway...

This graffiti was spray-painted on a main commuter route in Brighton, England. THE WOMAN LEFT Nelson LaVey’s office with tears streaming dow...