Nobody’s gonna count down to midnight with more zeal than me.
In this, my “Year of Yes”, I’ve:
- got multiple tatts and piercings
- sky-dived (dove?)
- sat through a live opera
- adopted a dog
- and twelve cats
- been a surrogate for an infertile friend
Next up: my Year of NO.
Mary Steer only has her ears pierced. She will be ringing in 2018 with a long story, “The Yarnabomber”, appearing in The Ocotillo Review. It will be available for purchase by mid-January at kallistogaiapress.org. You can read more of Mary’s work at marysteer.com.
Carrie won’t have dairy. Jonah won’t touch meat. The Quarringtons are vegan.
What do they all eat?
No gluten, no fructose, no nuts of any kind, no eggs and no bananas—I think I’ve lost my mind.
Dinner parties are such a drain—I’ll emulate Hannibal and just serve brain.
Mary Steer often wonders why no one ever comes to her house for dinner. More of her work may be found at her peanut-free website
Temperatures soar in the day and plummet at night, here in this God-forsaken desert. Stretching to the unimaginable horizon are miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles.
Don’t leave your car, they said.
Our rations are finished. Our water is finished.
I love you, we tell each other.
Mary Steer enjoys writing stories of all lengths, from fifty words to fifty thousand and more. More of her stories may be found at marysteer.com
They say women use 20,000 words per day. I believe it.
Since we got the kitten, my wife’s vocabulary has been reduced to “cutie pootie”, “diddy thing”, “kittiness”.
Never thought I’d say this, but I miss the old days. There were too many words, but at least there was variety.
Mary Steer finds herself mildly addicted to 50-word stories.
Did we do January?
Let me think… Gosh, I don’t remember.
Me neither. We’d better make sure of February, yes?
No. I’m too tired tonight.
Always seems one of us is too tired. And February is a short month.
Yes, but at least this is a leap year. Goodnight, dear.
Mary Steer is a word nerd living west of Toronto, where she works and reworks stories from life and imagination. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she likes to dabble in physics (knitting) and chemistry (baking).
Alone again herself, she saw the loneliness of others. Stray mittens and gloves in parking spaces, on snowbanks and sidewalks.
She brought them home, washed and dried them, wore them as others wear mismatched socks.
Now when she claps her hands the soft thick sound makes her broken heart glad.
Mary Steer is a word nerd living west of Toronto, where she works and reworks stories from life and imagination. When she’s not writing or editing, she likes to dabble in physics (knitting) and chemistry (baking).
Do everything differently from last year.
Say “yes” when you would’ve said “no” and “no” when you would’ve said “yes”. Refuse to take “no” for an answer. Take risks. Be daring and bold. Socialize. Date. Accept invitations.
If it doesn’t work, then next year: Do everything differently from last year.
Mary Steer is a word nerd living west of Toronto, where she works and reworks stories from life and imagination. Her short stories have appeared or are forthcoming in Green’s Magazine, The Halcyon Reader, Quick Brown Fox and CommuterLit. When she’s not writing or editing, she likes to dabble in physics (knitting) and chemistry (baking).