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 »
The inevitable is happening and it appears to be an open and shut case. But don’t call me an old broad…at least not yet. Furthermore, I believe there was improperly admitted evidence…so I am filing an appeal! ORDER IN THE COURT!! Your Honor, I have been implicated in and charges have been filed against me for getting
THE VERDICT IS IN…MY BODY IS AGING AND I AM THE KEY WITNESS Read More »
DOING THE SOCIALLY DISTANT DANCE. It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood and I’m heading out for my daily dose of fresh air and un-sequestered stretch of time. As I swivel, swerve and dodge my fellow Chicagoans I am drawn into the choreography asserting itself on all of us. But it appears that nobody seems
Existing in a fuzzy, hazy, out-of-focus, blurry world for much of my 65+ years, I have often dreamed about what it would be like to have picture-perfect visual clarity. Perfect eyefuls sound heavenly. You 20/20 folks have no idea how nice it would be to wake up and not have to feel ones’ way to
JEEPERS CREEPERS MY OUT-OF-FOCUS PEEPERS Read More »
I’ve had my share of boo-boos, bloopers and faux pas. However, it should be mentioned that I am, in most cases, coordinated. For crying out loud, I am a dancer … unlike my sweet mom who tried her hand feet at ballet with some rather unfortunate results. Less Baryshnikov – more Lucille Ball. My flair
OOPS I DID IT AGAIN Read More »
