"She felt like a puzzle piece that got put away in the wrong box, floating along with all the people around her, never understanding what the final picture should look like, only knowing she wasn't a part of it. "
"She felt like a puzzle piece that got put away in the wrong box. She floated along with all the people around her, never understanding what the final picture should look like; only knowing she wasn't a part of it. "
"Aww, Jill, I love how empathetic you are. It’s a wonderful gift." -a comment from a dear friend Empathy is a mirror. My feelings mirror yours. I have no idea what is happening in your mind, but I see your tears and I cry, I hear your pain and I cringe. Your smile is my smile. If … Continue reading Empathy and Me, Perfect Together?
I stay in a lot of hotels. Mostly nice ones. For an average of three nights per trip. I am very, very aware of the effort made to keep my room clean. I also have a pretty good imagination. On the list of all the jobs I could ever want to have, cleaning hotel rooms … Continue reading Hotel Tipping
I wrote this story about a year ago... got me my first freshly pressed nod!
What the hell are you listening to? There is disdain in the voice, laughing preemptively at some assumed forthcoming joke. But there is no humor in me or my ears or my listening brain. There is only shame over my apparently bad taste in music. I turn it off and wait for the spewer of … Continue reading Their Gain is My Loss
"Cynthia lived in a large, two bedroom apartment on the top floor of a skyscraper on the upper east side of Manhattan. From her living room window she had a view of the East River and whatever was on the other side of it, and from her bedroom she could see all the … Continue reading The Character Study
Something wonderful happened today. Today I received a comment from a fellow blogger asking my permission to translate one of my stories into Spanish and repost it on her own blog. Of course, I said, si! (If you are curious, and can read Spanish, here is a link to the story: http://parapalabras.com/2013/10/23/mirando-el-reloj-de-jill-schmehl/ ) What makes this wonderful? … Continue reading This Wonderfully Small, Big Blue Marble
A long time ago, I got off the phone with a recruiter, marched boldly down the hall to my boss/friend's office and told her I thought I should quit and become a consultant because apparently I was worth $30,000 more a year elsewhere. My boss/friend spent the next 10 minutes telling me, in many, many … Continue reading “You suck, please quit, now.”