I have a backlog of random content that freely wanders into my head. And since I have taken measures to share all kinds of particulars about my life … perhaps over-sharing … why stop now? What else do I have to do? So, no time for an about-face – I am here to continue spilling […]
I began this foray into writing as my self-prescribed therapeutic escape. Little did I know it would prove to be a much needed respite for me throughout the previous years’ absurdity. It provided fodder for some unfortunate ranting, some unexpected raves and some lovely recollections. It was a sucky year. And that’s the way the
THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT Read More »
EATING MY FEELINGS (my oh sooooooo many feelings) DONUTS. Each one a magnificent ring-shaped sampling of scrumptiousness. My donut cravings show up a few times per year; precipitated by nothing but plain old burning desire. And when they do, I become fixated on where to get the very best ones. Sometimes it takes a great
S.T.R.E.S.S.E D. Spelled Backwards is D.E.S.S.E.R.T.S. Read More »
As a small fry I thought my parents were a bunch of know-it-alls. In a good way. I was sure they knew what to do about anything whatsoever and that their intellect was profound and limitless. I was impressed. history? They had the facts. medical issues? They handled those with utmost doctor-like confidence. my personal
ACT YOUR SHOE SIZE Read More »
I have always had a thing about my “here, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair”. My hair-raising adventures began with a bowling ball peach fuzzy skull kind of deal. And this lasted for way too long in my opinion. But inch by inch my mane presented itself,
MY UNEXPECTED SILVER LINING Read More »
I’m a monster of a cry baby…and a CARD-CARRYING UGLY CRIER at that. It’s primal, that bawling of mine, and it doesn’t take much to get that ‘bawl’ rolling. All that sniveling, spontaneous, blubbering, weeping shows every sign of having been hard-wired. My dad was a crier. We held hands watching “Father Knows Best” and
SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA GO WITH THE FLOW Read More »
from the confines of my patio… I love my buzzing, bountiful, bustling bees. They are spirited and determined as they burrow their way in and out of the pink, purple and orange. We exist in harmony on my patio, eyeing one another as we go about our business. And those bees have a whole bunch
LET’S TALK ABOUT THE BIRDS AND THE BEES AND THE FLORA Read More »
The pint-size gunslinger was all decked out in his cowboy best…toy six-guns all snug in their holsters and Roy Rogers cowboy hat placed just so. Well, hey it was time to mosey on over to Dodge City for another episode of Gunsmoke or a night spent with Roy Rogers!! This was the wild and woolly
BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN Read More »
I am a HUGE fan of spine-tingling, eerie, terrifying thrillers… only to be watched in the presence of others and with a pillow or hands semi-obstructing my view. And for a special group of my nearest and dearest kinfolk, this is much anticipated togetherness. Not your typical family movie night I know, but pure, pulse-pounding
CLOWNS AND CLOSETS AND SWINGS, OH MY Read More »
AND AN EPIC TAIL (FYI, it’s loooong…) The Cabaret Room, in the Playboy Club, was teeming with patrons; smoldering cigarettes glowing, a cacophony of ice clinking and an ambience embodying the dimmed esthetic of a classic noir setting. With the Bunnies performing their iconic ‘Bunny Dip’ – the White Russians, Harvey Wallbangers and Tom Collins
IT’S KIND OF A BUNNY STORY Read More »
