I don’t say “hella”

I don’t say “hella”

“I like reading your book, PJ. I’m getting to know your personality better,” she said as she paddled and kicked in water aerobics class. I smiled as I paddled and kicked, too. Nice to receive a direct reader compliment. She’d honored my...

What’s in a name?

One of my friends’ favorite lines in HASHES & BASHES is this – “That girl’s name is Amy, a sequence of names in infamy, which is what she brought to all our lives.” Referencing the conniving ex-daughter-in-law, Amy, who ended STASHES...
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’ve known me over time. After all, reality bites, doesn’t it? Life episodes hammer at one’s spirit, sending a person to drink or hunker...
Lands’ End

Lands’ End

It’s the season: catalogue season. You can tell that the economy is back: back in the saddle, back in the box…back in the use-your-charge-card mode. Nearly 100 catalogues have clogged our mailbox in the past month – yes, I counted. I’m a little...
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....