“Welcome to the annual convention of the Non-Sequitur Society,” Felicia said. “My cat sleeps on the bookshelf.”

“Of course,” Grace agreed. “Because bowling balls don’t roll in mashed potatoes.” (More)

Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.

Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Camp Cliché and The Genius Book. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….


“Unless you can’t remember your PIN number at the grocery,” Felicia noted.

Hilda listened while reading a text from her sister Denise, who was attending the Mixed Metaphor Conference. She’d proposed merging the two groups last year, which almost sparked a wild debate. But they couldn’t keep their eyes on the ball and no one wanted to rock the boat.

“It’s hard to sell ice cream during a rain storm,” Hilda said as she looked up, hoping that didn’t connect with whatever whoever had said before.

“Today’s guest speaker is Irving,” Felicia announced. “Croutons get soggy quickly.”

“Good morning,” Irving said as he stepped to the podium. “My topic isn’t.”

Gasps spread through the room.

“Violation!” Grace whispered.

“And used tissues are icky,” Hilda agreed.


Have fun!