My hair smells like salad dressing…and other downsides to multi-tasking.
Back to reality blew in with a biting, cold vengeance this week, didn’t it? On Monday morning, 10-degrees, I’m stuck in traffic, and can’t figure out why the dumb asses won’t “Close the gap! Close the...
View ArticleIf He Could Talk to You Today
A year ago today, my little brother J.R. passed away. It was a long, sad, heart wrenching descent into the grips of alcoholism. I know, upbeat topic for today, right? But this week, this week alone, I...
View ArticleDude, Where’s My Graduation Pic?
Flying back from New Mexico last Sunday relishing my newfound recognition of slip faulting, the product of my recently completed Geology 111 class, which constituted the “Final Four” credits that had...
View ArticleGood Will Driving, Sometimes Flying
The woman in the silver Buick in the turn lane held a tight grip on the wheel. She looked straight ahead, seemed pensive. I’d been feeling that way too, lately, that fear thing. It had been messing...
View ArticleSeeking Clarity, Maybe Even Peace
**** Hello All, I have been away. Lots of life to attend to. I am beginning to make my way back to doing what I really love –writing and corresponding with you. There’s a partial explanation to my...
View ArticleWhen’s the last time you felt really good about yourself?
Pat the body. I never eat butter without thinking of my friend Annette. She’s half French and wholly sexy. Brunette, like Bridget Bardot with brown hair, Annette is petite and voluptuous, the possessor...
View ArticleHecho En Mexico, Well, Not So Much
The comedy of errors continues in my path to higher education. Two years ago, almost to the day—I graduated after a 42-year summer break, from the University of New Mexico with my B.A. in Journalism...
View ArticleBaseline
Saturday morning, looking for shorts to wear to the high school track where I’ve been rehabbing, my hip, not the track, I come across the tennis skirt I bought last July at the Sports Authority Final...
View ArticleSimply Simon
We called him Jack, Jack the party crasher. As things would turn out, that wasn’t really his name, but it seemed to fit. Jack, sauntering in to a Christmas party in full swing and hopping up on my...
View ArticleWe Knew This Day Would Come
Her paw print arrived today. Bastards. Just about the time I could get through three hours at a time without crying; just about the time I no longer bowed in reverence to the sacred places where she...
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