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Red Ferrari

Red Ferrari

It was a day threatening to rain more than the dabbles on our deck. It was also the day prior to a haircut… So I selected my orange fedora, blonde wisps peeking askew when I placed it atop my head. I got in my Mini Cooper to drive the freeway on errands. Zippety-do-dah is my car’s name, Zip for short.

A Talent for Refuting Reality

A Talent for Refuting Reality

I am ardent, authentic, and undeniably out-going, a perennially chipper sort, a habit that astonishes people who lastingly know me.

After all, reality bites, doesn’t it? What is my source of unending perkiness?

Mother’s Magic Wand

Mother’s Magic Wand

There were few things that Larry and I retrieved when the sibling group cleaned-and-cleared out our parents home after my dad’s death. After all, I had wanted parents, not remnants of life and love lost.

Coachella is not a handbag brand

Coachella is not a handbag brand

At raucous provocation rock-and-roll music excels, bested only by rap for how it can build you up or beat you down IMHO.

Some bands begin with their name, but talent is what truly makes the name:

Beck, Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Jane’s Addiction, The Chemical Brothers, Bjork…the beat goes on.

64-color Crayola Box

64-color Crayola Box

What do you recall from the first day of school? What rite of passage pleased you most: your novelty lunchbox, new clothes, a fresh hair cut? What trinket transcended the mundane, moving you beyond the end of summer’s opportunities for mayhem?

The Flu Flew

The Flu Flew

I was cuddled in blankets up to my chin just a few hours earlier, my chest heaving after each volcanic cough. The Flu Siege had snared me, synced with Spring’s weather change, despite my near-hermit ways. The churlish cherry of Luden’s had replaced my favorite Beaujolais. With crumpled Kleenexes as coasters.

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