At Least They're Committed

While it is true that I do delight in amusing myself and frequently chuckle at my own thoughts, witticisms and expense, it occurs to me that I can only amuse myself so much for so long. At some point, someone really ought to amuse me. Granted, I am not easily amused, but at the very… Read more

I can’t get it out! It’s stuck! “That ain’t no way to treat a lady, no way to treat your baby, your woman your friend. That ain’t no way to treat a lady no way. But maybe it’s a way for us to end.” Is that a double negative or a triple negative and if so… Read more

I’m shuffling cards when he walks in. I’ve been expecting him. “Oh, are we playing a game?” he pulls off his ascot, I haven’t the heart to tell him they went out in the 70s, but then again, really, he probably already knows. “No, I don’t play games,” I say. “I only speak in riddles… Read more

AND GO . . . Tired, washed, pressed and dressed to impress, listening to oldies on the radio and singing along badly on my drive to work. SWITCH! Self-quarantined, I’m mouthing the words to Michelle Branch’s “All You Wanted” and Regina Spektor’s “The Call” and BNL’s “Jane” under my breath (“Jane, desired by the people… Read more

After a bitchy comment was made toward us on social media, I emailed it to someone of authority and pointed out that I hate people; that despite my cheerful demeanor, I really am a misanthrope. Strange, I haven’t heard back. Heh. But when I grabbed up my phone to call Ellen for our weekly chat,… Read more

Aw! You’re back! Did you miss me? Don’t answer that. I often sense that I hover in your world somewhere between piety and a plague, respect and revilement, love and loathing: You believe I could be one thing, but there’s a good chance that I’m entirely another. That’s OK. I get it. It’s the realm… Read more