At Least They're Committed

Sometimes it’s enough, heavens, more than enough being somewhere that you simply get to listen. Who’d have thunk the gal who rolled her eyes at cranky-ass old people (seriously, rich people still make me ill) a couple of decades ago would so appreciate the elders and their stories now — and those of all the… Read more

Getting up, plopping down in my home office, working, exercising, feeding the chickens, cleaning, showering, dealing with everyone’s personal shit, making dinner, watching a movie because there’s nothing else to do during this godforsaken winter. . . . Is it time for bed yet? Thus is my life. Since we’ve stopped drinking alcohol during the… Read more

Ya gotta love people who demand minutia for the sake of spouting minutia to make themselves come across profoundly more knowledgeable than they are. Oh, wait. You don’t? Good. Because I’ve had about all I can take from the small-minded and weak-charactered lesser-demon we’re having to deal with. Although he’s gone through several names, I… Read more

The mythological hellhound is an obsidian-maned, glowing-eyed, sometimes-three-headed, fiery guardian of hell. It – or they – can only be seen by those entering Hades and/or those who have sold their soul at the crossroads, right before their time is up and they’re ripped to bloody shreds (metaphorically, I’m sure).   Supposedly, their counterparts are… Read more

Not long before Dante was born, a woman told me the story of how her father hadn’t lived long enough to meet his grandson — she was pregnant when he died — and she was heartbroken. But then, she said, as the son grew, he would point to the ceiling, down the hall or into… Read more

I was nearly 10 in 1971 when we packed up the 1969 Dodge Polara with summer clothes and a gerbil whose name I don’t recall as the Gray Family of Five set out from Ann Arbor, Michigan, to Grand Junction, Colorado. I remember singing Donny Osmond songs until my mom and dad had finally had… Read more