At Least They're Committed

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

He keeps throwing them at me, but the black force around me is impenetrable. I can see that He’s trying, but all those good wishes and all the people who care just keep bouncing off. I can see them, but I can’t feel them. Sucks falling this low because I think if I just reached out I… Read more

That’s my favorite word. It’s kind of dark and mysterious and when Colleen, Christine and I used it as a pun in our Halloween party invitations a few years back nobody knew what we meant. (It said “The Three Sister’s of the Night invite you to a Halloween exsanguination . . . err, celebration.”) This… Read more

All right, dammit! I reread what I wrote below and it comes off as way too negative and I don’t mean it to be negative, just a general observation so that if my grandkids-that-I’ll-never-get-to-meet read it and can identify with the situation they’ll know they got their “tool” genes from me! (And most times I’m… Read more

So I’m done tonight being everything to everyone and so we’re watching Boondock Saints and I remember delighting in the religious/spiritual juxtaposition of the whole thing and down to earth acting and dialogue, but not having a clue what it’s about and I’m thinking tonight is no different. Family ties. Not messin’ with family. That’s… Read more

All right. There is something totally wrong with this scenerio: My 18-year-old-today son is calling and texting me and asking me to scope out addresses on Mapquest for strip clubs. He’s just SURE he’ll find one that he and his already-18-year-old friends can go to tonight! He seems to be out of luck. Now he’s… Read more