I think animals are absolutely hilarious! My sister had a dog that slept beneath my daughter’s crib, when she was a baby. The dog would sniff at her, move if she moved…it was like my child belonged to the dog.

One day, I was asleep and I feel this warmth next to my face. WTF is it? It’s the dog. He waits until I fall back asleep and then barks extra loud in my ear. Then, he goes over to sniff at the baby. This happens for about 30 seconds before I get out of bed. I go check-she’s cooing…


Whenever election time comes around, I always ask if I am better off now than I was before the election. Usually, the answer is a resounding no.

Why do I do this? I live in Washington, DC. For several years, I’ve been trying to buy a house, but I am absolutely convinced that these mayors just don’t get it. The current one is Mayor Bowser. She seems to think that a single mother with one child makes about $95,000 (or up to that) and that should qualify them to buy a decent house. This was an actual thing! …


Friday night and I’m sitting at home. Do I want to work on my paper for my Mythology class or watch the Simpsons? I decided to watch “Spiral”, which is a new chapter in the Saw book but not really.

Here’s an update. I didn’t do well on the paper. Something about my professor seeming to speak in a completely different language than me. I did do well in the class, but we just didn’t click on this stupid paper. It is what it is and I’m taking a semester off…

I know you’re waiting for it. Here’s my review:


All my life, I’d say, “When I grow up, I’m gonna…” But when do you actually realize it and start doing it?

I feel you Sponge Bob

This apocalypse has taught me one thing-that I may need to adult better. I was holding onto shoes and clothes that expired-for lack of a better word. I wasn’t take proper care of myself because I was so wrapped up in giving my energy and time away. My youngest kids shoe collection rivals any adult woman (more so my sister’s shoes) that I know. I’d really neglected myself in the process.

Correction, I…


Song of the day (while I’m working) Space Cowboy (David Morales Classic Club Remix) by Jarmioquai

(Let me tell you something, if you are in a funk or need to work out-this dude has some really great bops. I’ve been on him forever, but now he’s making me want to dance!)

This is the blog where I give you some swanky info that I’ve spent time looking up on Pinterest. That way, I can justify wasting the day and discover that we’ve learned something. …


I appreciate all aspects of my life. I guess as I get older, I understand and realize how valuable the little things are, like education and time. At the time I wrote this, I was ending my class in my major of Creative Writing and I appreciated all the feedback I’ve received. I also appreciated my Professor and my peers. My Professors feedback pushed me in a better direction with my writing. My peers gave me clarification and a better understanding of my writing. Both of them told me that I needed to slow my ass down.

It’s not quantity…


Another beautiful day in the neighborhood and I don’t feel like cooking because it’s about 8000 degrees outside. My garden is thriving and strawberries are about to become super sexy. I decided to risk my life and go outside (with a mask on) and check the news.

Y’all. Dear Reader. These folks are talking about “Snow White” and the Prince. How the Prince kissed her without consent. He is a predator. He should be sued and taken to jail.

I mean, seriously? Are you really serious out here?

Let me tell you something-being woke is starting to become toxic and…


When I was a kid, I always woke up on Saturday mornings and watched “The Jetsons”. I was so excited because I just knew in 1999 we would have flying jet cars, I’d be able to pop over to the moon for lunch and everything like that. But I’m gonna tell you something, science ain’t quite there.

I was listening to an article about people talking about the Pandemic. It went something like this:

“Do you think science or science fiction prepared us for the Pandemic?”

(silence)

Laughter. Lots of laughter.

“Science aint prepared us for shit.”

I’m paraphrasing, but…


I hear the whining. I hear the blah blah and I think sometimes writers live to come up with reasons not to write.

“I’m feeling overwhelmed…”

“It’s this damned pandemic…”

Stop. Just stop. If there’s nothing for you to write, there’s always something for you to read and I’m about to give you a gigantic heads up on all that shit.

I’m on a true crime kick. And I’m going to school. And I’m raising the last kid. And I’m trying to be a good aunt/sister/daughter. Thus, I have no time for your bullshit excuses.

Below, I will give you…


2020 was a bit of a sickest for all of us. Specifically, towards the end, I felt like 2020 had my arm twisted behind my back and me pressed up against a wall. It kept saying things like, “I’m not done with you yet. I’m not done making you miserable.”

I lost a cousin. She killed herself and planned her own funeral. I lost a great aunt, who-after her sister died-just seemed to let go. She was always a spunky one-even spunky than her sister-the feisty one-but I will miss her anyway. …

Tracy Cross

Tracy Cross is a writer of short, psychological stories and has had work appear in several horror anthologies, blogs and podcasts. She is from Cleveland, Ohio.

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