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 »
As an only child my family unit was highly lacking in sibling discord. Oh how I envied all that discord – all that hair pulling and accusations of insignificance that would rise to the level of, “I’m gonna tell on you”!! How I craved the slamming of doors and a line drawn down the center
IT WAS EVERYTHING I EVER DREAMED OF Read More »
I grew up with a dog; an apricot poodle named Count Bouche IV (that was his given name and we never thought to change it). Bouche did not understand the mechanics of lifting his leg to pee and his breath was often nasty…but my goodness we adored that dog. And I greet every dog I
LOVE IS A FOUR-LEGGED WORD Read More »
I remember the first boy who liked me. Larry. And I know he liked me because he pulled my hair and chased me around the playground during kindergarten recess. And until his efforts escalated and my daddy had to come to school and have a “talk” with him – I suppose I liked him too.
TO ALL THE BOYS I LOVED BEFORE Read More »
NO, I am not headed to a funeral. YES, I do wear black – a lot – thanks for noticing. I am a very happy, cheerful, sunny person. YES, I do have other colors in my closet. White and cream and grey… oh, and one pink sweater – told ya. On the east side of
VERY NICE BUT DOES IT COME IN BLACK Read More »
Beyond the geographically desirable (and seemingly attainable) boys I wrote about in my diary – there were others I yearned for. And by others… I mean the fellas written up in Tiger Beat magazine. While glimpsing them on television, oogling their photos taped to my bedroom walls and replaying their albums, I dreamt about meeting
THEY LOVED ME..but only in my mind Read More »
After my extraordinary mom passed away I had to deal with her ‘filled to the brim’ condo; along with the aching loss. For four years her cheerful residence was buried in medication and all the accoutrements that go along with the loss of independence and demise of well-being. And despite my mom’s valiant efforts to
I was thisclose to being a statistic – a child of the streets – a runaway…wannabee. As an only child, living in the happiest of households, I felt the need to stir up some drama. Soooooooo after packing up my yellow rain slicker, Mary Janes, and ‘Bunky’ (the monkey) I announced my intentions. I was
I’M LEAVIN’ AND I AIN’T NEVER COMIN’ BACK Read More »
