At Least They're Committed

Ugh. About to put Rich’s obit on the internal communication newsletter and I popped open the photo and it wasn’t the one where he’s talking to prospective students, with his lips moving and his eyes turned. It’s a black and white and his dark eyes are staring right at me and smiling like they always did and I Read more

There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very, very good. And when she was bad she was horrid. 😉 Mmmmmartini time! Read more

Micheline kept saying that we should sing, but of course we shouldn’t sing because we were at lunch to celebrate Erica’s and Karen’s birthdays and they didn’t want us to sing and, for that matter, I didn’t want to sing. We did laugh a lot and there was some singing, though. Like when we waited for our Read more

In light of the rude and significant life upheavals a couple of my friends have gone through lately, I feel compelled to set the record straight . . . and maybe make the perps feel a little bit emasculated along the way. I glance at my fingernails, blow on them, rub them on my bright Read more

In light of the Steve McNair murder/suicide, it occurs to me that it might be appropriate to write my final ‘journalism’ entry in here, which concerns co-covering the trial of Carolyn Gloria Blanton who soon before I moved to the small southwestern town had shot her boyfriend five times while he slept, removed his legs, wrapped his Read more

Christine was dating Tigger — we call him Tigger because he made his own Tigger costume and wore it to our Halloween party. And although we both knew he was not The One for her — he didn’t like sunshine nor spending money — she was stunned into silence when he stood in front of her in her lovely Read more