by PJColando | Feb 26, 2014 | Uncategorized
Objective and accurate; curious and daring, nuanced as a steel guitar. As rare among people as a Dobro, the guitar pictured in a vast funky painting in our family room. Our high art is a sepia-washed, larger-than-life photo of a brush-haired male Dobro player, a...
by PJColando | Feb 19, 2014 | Uncategorized
If you’ve followed this blog – or if you know him – my husband is a mighty contemplative man. He thrives on research and comparison shopping. He seldom does anything fast. Except fall in love with me, he says with an ear-to-ear grin. Several years...
by PJColando | Feb 10, 2014 | Uncategorized
“Let’s you and me hate her” was the name I gave the rapport-building game that I experienced in 1997. It’s power play when there are three girls, each seeking pecking order by defame. I was entrapped – for a short while – until I...
by PJColando | Feb 3, 2014 | Uncategorized
My homework done, I was listening to WLS, as legendary a radio station in Chicago and its surrounds as KMET was in LA. Dick Biondi was the dee jay, the musical tour guide. There was only one radio in our country house, so I couldn’t sequester in my room to...
by PJColando | Jan 29, 2014 | Uncategorized
Paper covers rock covers scissors… It is a childhood game On Sunday, God played it, too And allowed me to take this photo Coastal fog covered moon covered sun The eclipse scene in southern California Look with your eye, blink, exclaim, And run to get your camera...
by PJColando | Jan 20, 2014 | Uncategorized
Why is it that Women have the Wo(e) of Men and Men have the Kind? A friend’s recent lament about her loving husband of 25 years will serve as example: She and I are Playmates. Not Hugh Hefner’s brand, though we could have been in our prime, if only...
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