At Least They're Committed

I close the back cover of my latest research effort, otherwise known as Trash Romance Novel No. 70-or-so. Heh. I had it figured out — it was the seemingly gay assistant who was avenging the loss of his woman lover and the betrayal of having her heart beating in another person’s chest. It did have… Read more

I got to be a princess yesterday (Saturday). Well, yes, I suppose it started Friday even before I got my birthday lunch — which was nice and less awkward than most. And this in spite of my insurance calling Friday afternoon and saying it wouldn’t cover my  Chrysler Sebring 2004 convertible because it had been… Read more

The one thing I can be confident of is that no matter my personality shifts and chameleonesque adaptation to any situation, I cannot be accused of trying or pretending to be something I’m not because if that were the case I’d have to have some sort of idea of who or what I am in… Read more

. . . or I think maybe I did. I dropped an intentional hook, then waited and watched. “This week,” I said to myself, “it will make an appearance this week.” And it did. And I laughed. Now, I suppose, it is up to me to discern whether this re-emergence was to quietly let me… Read more

Just saying. Read more

It gives me hope that you’re paying attention and that somewhere deep inside that crusty soul of yours, you might even care. Read more