This is filed under Discoveries, but one doesn't really discover a writer like Laurie Kendrick.  If one is lucky, one chances on her.  Being awake at O-Dark-Thirty this morning, I decided to check my e-mail and lo and behold there was one from a friend in California who noted "clever" and a link.  Clicking over I came on her entry "The Crisper" This post is so funny, and original that to excerpt it is to commit sacrilege.  But I will attempt to do her justice if you beloved reader will promise on your first born to read the whole thing: 

It is apartment 3-B and the name on the lease reads, Mrs. Winifred Cuthbert.

Winnie, as she’s known to friends and family, is a dowager. A widow, entitled as such back in 1974 when her husband of 17 years ran off with his much younger secretary. Ever the prideful woman, Winnie can’t admit she’s divorced. She even went so far as to purchase a lovely little urn to convince visitors of her widowhood. She keeps it on the mantle near a picture of her beloved Alfred. What’s in the urn? A bent paper clip, matchbook and the silica-like contents of two Etch-A-Sketches.

Winnie is nothing if not thorough in ALL her ruses.

The more I read of her work, the more enchanted I became.  She calls it observational humor and herself an "observational humorist."  Laurie's piece on The Language of Texas Cattle Ranching, about a South Texas (my neck of the woods - except I call it Deeeeeeeep South Texas) cattle rancher, is truly a work of art.  The punch line is worth every bit of struggling with the Spanish parts (and yes, she kindly provides translations). 

I'm adding this lady to my Highly Recommended Reading blogroll and if you are smart, you will add her to either your blogroll, or to your favorites list, either way, you will find yourself in the winner's box.  Laurie is a writer to watch, to savor and to wait breathlessly for her next post.

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