HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! BE CAREFUL OUT THERE! Last week, I went to a monthly Book Club that’s held in a local library and facilitated by a brilliant and good friend. Can you guess the book we read for October? Dracula by Bram Stoker. Perfect, right?! It’s a very good read, but DO NOT read it onceContinue reading “I Vant to Drink Your Blood”
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Crushed It
Sammy Davis Jr. My first celebrity crush was this guy. The summer before I started high school I read his autobiography, Yes I Can, and I just crushed hard. All the Hollywood glamour, all the pain and suffering and racial injustice. And the eye, oh man the eye!!! Plus he was Jewish, and as aContinue reading “Crushed It”
My Sugar Boo
I have heard, although I don’t know if I trust the sources, that there are people out there who do not like sweets. Seriously? If these humans do exist I don’t know how I feel about them. Hate, envy, disdain, curiosity, awe, indignation? Where are they from? How were they raised? Is it possible, trulyContinue reading “My Sugar Boo”
Go Easy On Me
Sixteen months is a record for me. Over time I thought, why bother going back? It’s too hard, too embarrassing, too much failure, too exposing. But then one Saturday morning when, honestly, I am fantasizing about going way back to when Saturday mornings meant I could stay in my pajamas watching cartoons and eating CaptainContinue reading “Go Easy On Me”
Avalon
My oldest daughter is an introvert. People tend to exhaust her, so she works with dogs. She’s a groomer, the kind of dog groomer that owners love because she is meticulous and kind and intuitive. She always gets the dogs that are extremely fearful or high strung – the difficult ones. She is tall andContinue reading “Avalon”
I’m Not a Poet and I Definitely Know It!
April is National Poetry Month, a time of year I try to read poems, search for new poets, read poets I know about but never even looked at their poems, and yap about poetry a little. I should really do this all year round. I am in awe of poets. I’ve written about five poemsContinue reading “I’m Not a Poet and I Definitely Know It!”
But if the World Was Ending, You’d Come Over, Right?
I was driving on the highway in a decent amount of traffic today and I heard these noises. First it sounded like Harry Potter’s Moaning Myrtle, but then it was more like howling, screeching, weird animal sounds. Maybe I ran over a coyote? Then, I swear, I heard cursing. Words that would make a saltyContinue reading “But if the World Was Ending, You’d Come Over, Right?”
My COVID Nineteen
I have gained and lost the same 5 pounds two or three times. After vowing to never let my dogs up on my new bedspread I caved and now have stairs next to the bed so they can climb up at their leisure. Going to the doctors is my biggest social outing. I even showerContinue reading “My COVID Nineteen”
The “B” Word
At the end of December I sent a letter to the Big Man. I was hoping for an answer but you know how it is — crickets. Maybe he has an anal retentive elf at the front desk who screens all the mail or the weight and stress finally led to a cardiac event orContinue reading “The “B” Word”
Let the Dead Bury Their Dead
As if last year wasn’t bad enough, we lost a literary treasure in Randall Kenan, who died in August 2020 at the age of 57. Randall was my writing teacher at the first residential week-long workshop I attended as an adult way back in 1993. I didn’t have kids yet, my job was easy toContinue reading “Let the Dead Bury Their Dead”
In the Chair 