“Warsh, Rainse, Repeat” …Mocking Mavericks.
Okay…wait. Let me stop laughing and catch my breath. I’ve attempted to write this post three separate times and not trying to spend months making one itty-bitty point. Blogging is supposed to be fun spontaneous thoughts. Not thesis-level writing. What lands on the page should stay on the page. At any rate, this charade started when I got to thinking about the wannabe literary mavericks of the world asking niggling questions like, “what did the author mean?” Goodness, that question once upon a time got on my last nerve. One time it scraped my nerves so bad, I let my pen go to work. That’s when a real mockery happened. All be if I didn't pass the damn test... and with the same flying colors as my very kinky essay. But no worries. That was a long ago by-gone story I must've told a zillion times. Nobody got hurt. Apparently the teacher was never the wiser, and the author had, peacefully, checked out centuries before I got to drafting the masterpiece. However, here's the only tr...
