At Least They're Committed

It had gotten on me, on the end of my sleeve. I gasped, I’d been so careful. “Oh, no,” I said under my breath. This wasn’t good. I looked down at it — at the even darker spot on my already black sweatshirt — not yet feeling it but knowing all too well that I… Read more

I’m agitated. I was going to just take half a pill, but I don’t think I did. I can’t remember taking a pill at all, but I dare not take another. What is it? What is it?  Oh, that’s right. It’s Becky. Dez, this one is for you. I never met Becky, in fact, until… Read more

All right, ALL RIGHT! You win. Seriously, cracking up. I was being sarcastic with that last post. Honest! I know I’m just as old as they are and in many ways I am doing more poorly than they and they look better and healthier than I. I mean, I could be on my last leg,… Read more

“Groddy!” I whisper under my breath, my face inches from the computer monitor, my eyes squinting. He walks in — of course — he can’t pass up something like this. “What?” He puts his hand on my left shoulder and leans in over my right, staring at my LinkedIn page. “It’s recommending that I connect… Read more

“Are you done yet?” he steps onto the front porch, hands stuffed firmly in pockets, shoulders hunched, shaking off a drizzle of rainfall. “With what, pray tell?” I plop the tawdry novel, of which I’ve read all of 36 pages, into my lap and turn my chin up to him to give my full attention.… Read more

I am a firm believer in the healing power of hugs. But you have to mean it. I’ve been told I give incredible hugs, and it was by a couple of people I didn’t particularly like. That could indicate that if I really, truly care about the person I’m hugging, that positive energy would provide… Read more