At Least They're Committed

The best Avenged Sevenfold concert yet. Who’d have thought it was possible? Red Rocks was a perfect venue for them. I’m still buzzing from the energy (no, not the secondhand smoke, that wore off by the time I got to the car). Who would have thought the Achilles’ injury is more debilitating than my hip… Read more

The past few weeks I have determined that The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter is nonfiction. In my precious moments of solitude I’ve taken to escaping to my front porch and reading the occasional legitimate literature. The first time my attention was drawn to this family dysfunction was a couple weeks back, when a… Read more

I’m having a Sixth Sense day or something. I forgot my phone at work — so very like me — and was patting myself on the back for surviving the night without it . . . or did I???? On the way back from retrieving my phone at my office, cruising west on 38th with the heavy metal up and the top down… Read more

Wringing her hands, chin down in a ghastly smile, eyes looking sinisterly skyward, Tripping Raul chuckles. He’s standing before her, all buff and proud and curly blonde and shit, and she doesn’t register his presence. “Ahem.” Scheming, she’s sowing seeds, some of which she hopes bear fruit in a year, others in two years. She… Read more

I know I’m being carried, Dez. By now you’re probably familiar with the rather old and overused ‘Footprints in the Sand‘ poem and I’m fully aware that the only reason I am moving at all is because I’m being held. Oh, wait, what’s that I see? One set of footprints in the sand and shallow… Read more

(With the help of Chick Habit by April March) Hang up the chick habit Hang it up, daddy, Or you’ll be alone in a quick . . .  I’m hauling loads of groceries into the house when this petite female sparrow lands on the sidewalk inches in front of me. Hang up the chick habit… Read more