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Columnist, Sheila Moss, is a free-lance writer from  Tennessee. She writes  funny stuff about southern life, women's issues, family matters and anything else that  she finds amusing.

She is seen weekly in the Daily News of Kingsport  and Hill Country Times and appears in a monthly humor publication called Foolish Times.  She has written for  Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton Advocate,  and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News Journal. She has been published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks at Guidepost Books have recently published a number of her articles in their Let There Be Laughter series of books. Her articles have appeared in numerous other publications, both print and online.

She is a board member and the Web Editor of  Columnists.com, website of  the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, the oldest and largest professional organization for  news columnists. She is also the Web Editor of SouthernHumorists.com as well as this website, HumorColumnist.com

To carry her self- syndicated weekly column in your newspaper, or to republish an article, please contact her. It's that easy.


   
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It's Not Love?....
 


Whadda Ya Mean It's Not Love?

I have your picture on my refrigerator, my mirror, and next to the clock radio where I can see you first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I go to sleep to dream about you. My pillow answers to your name.

Whadda ya mean its not love?

I forgot who I am and had to check my ID. I took a cold shower and steamed the wallpaper off the wall. The ground won’t be still beneath me, but my feet don’t touch the ground anyhow. When someone says, "How are you?" I say "In love." I probably glow in the dark.

Whada ya mean its not love?

I dial your number just to listen to your voice on the answering machine. I have forgotten how to speak English - I only speak the language of love. My heart is beating so fast that I drove ten miles yesterday before I realized I had not started the car. I’m worried about getting a DUI for being drunk on love.

Whadda ya mean its not love?

I joined a record club so I could get ten free records with your favorite music. I play them on fast forward so I can listen to them over and over… faster. I have a screen saver on my computer that scrolls our names. I check voice mail three times a day and email three times an hour. I bought a cell phone and a beeper to be sure I don’t miss your calls.

Whadda ya mean its not love?

I named my dog after your dog. I carry an extra toothbrush and pray I will someday need it. I would go to prison if we could be cellmates. I would even eat onions if you did.

Whadda ya mean its not love?

Love at first sight just isn’t fast enough. I have frequent flyer miles just from thinking of you.

Whadda ya mean it’s not love?


Copyright 2000 Sheila Moss
 
 



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