Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

Yesterday, I opened a closet door to stow our income tax records. But first, a few forgotten boxes tumbled out, landing on my toes. They’ve been there for decades, quietly gathering dust. Forgotten in my busy, busy work, then retired life. After I kicked the boxes...
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...