Sky Blue Pink

Sky Blue Pink

The sunset last night was sky-blue-pink, a phrase that resonates from my childhood. In a preteen directorial phase, i scampered about, mustering my siblings and neighborhood kids to enact plays. The flagstone patio of our backyard was a stage with a view of the river,...
Geezer Rock

Geezer Rock

We are devotees of Geezer Rock: we can’t help it that we’re ‘older’. Our concerts are fewer and far between, the venues smaller and less grandiose: we can’t help it, the rock we prefer is ‘older’. Close-up seats are no longer...
One-up womanship is a pain in the butt

One-up womanship is a pain in the butt

Yesterday I met Predatory Pam for tea-and-me-and-thee. I hoped for mutual benefit. When I arrived, in an area not in my ‘hood, she was posed in front of the coffee shop window, as if ensconced on a throne, well perched and poised, ready to – Strike. Me....
Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock

Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock

How would you have liked to awaken to the “Star Spangled Banner,” rendered on guitar by a black guitarist, one who invented a new way to work the strings with his overlong thumb? One who famously set his guitar on fire, actually as well as metaphorically....
Benefits of a Book

Benefits of a Book

For three years I’ve been writing a book, a novel activity for me –       I highly recommend it. The title, STASHES, came from the Lord above, I swear. It just infused, floated into mind, with narrative arcs imagined, bit by bit over time. The prompts and...