At Least They're Committed

I had a most delightful lunch with my friend Gail from my journalism days and her beau John. They were playful and giddy and they laughed often when telling me of their adventures. At one point Gail — who I’ve known for 15+ years and who had so struggled before and as her husband died Read more

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“You finished without me.” “That’s what she said.” “No really, your self examination, good for you.” “Lost interest.” We’re sitting on my bed, watching The Emperor’s New Groove projected on my bedroom wall. We plan to follow it up with Big Fish, but I’ll be asleep before it’s over. I can hear the din of the Read more

When first I chatted with Kevin about my overzealous-dudes problem, he said he could understand why people were drawn to me, that he felt my energy, acceptance and openness. It was cool. Anyway, we talked about what we called the “Something About Mary” syndrome, realizing that men thought they were in love with me not Read more

I’m cautious when using the word irony. It’s used incorrectly so often. Even my beautiful mother has used the term at times where I questioned whether the reference was merely coincidence. Then again, I don’t believe in coincidence. I got yet another set of test results just now. Again, they told me nothing except that Read more

My lungs are good, my heart is strong, my oxygen, pulse and blood pressure are awesome. The doc looks in my ears, “Oh, you have a great deal of scarring.” I just say, “yes.” There’s no need for a translator, thank you very much. A little girl can sense disgust, disdain and dismissal. I’m sitting Read more