Better than Sex Cake

Better than Sex Cake

It was the ‘80s. The era of big hair, big shoulder pads, and big appetites. Disco fever raged on dance floors lighted by a mirrored ball overhead. Sweat flavored the manic gyrations of those in quest of a mate. Greed was espoused—lauded by Gordon Gekko—until Tom...
Memories that refuse to fade…

Memories that refuse to fade…

It’s better to rust out than to fade away. What does that line suggest to you, Constant Reader? (I look forward to your comments) If you, too, have celebrated a significant birthday recently perhaps you can relate. Apparently several of our longtime friends...
Life as a Miracle: Rocking the Boots

Life as a Miracle: Rocking the Boots

I remember the date, the place, the time. Do you think I loved him? I remember what he wore and where he posed… Do you think I loved him? I remember I giggled at the party host’s introduction… Do you think it was true? Neither of us recall how we...
Life as a Miracle: Rosalinda and Cindy

Life as a Miracle: Rosalinda and Cindy

Some dates you never forget. The configuration of the room, the season, the temp. The people who showed up. Those not. When you got the news of Kennedy being shot, when the first plane flew into one of the Twin Towers – so you could turn on the live TV coverage...