At Least They're Committed

“Groddy!” I whisper under my breath, my face inches from the computer monitor, my eyes squinting. He walks in — of course — he can’t pass up something like this. “What?” He puts his hand on my left shoulder and leans in over my right, staring at my LinkedIn page. “It’s recommending that I connect… Read more

“Are you done yet?” he steps onto the front porch, hands stuffed firmly in pockets, shoulders hunched, shaking off a drizzle of rainfall. “With what, pray tell?” I plop the tawdry novel, of which I’ve read all of 36 pages, into my lap and turn my chin up to him to give my full attention.… Read more

I am a firm believer in the healing power of hugs. But you have to mean it. I’ve been told I give incredible hugs, and it was by a couple of people I didn’t particularly like. That could indicate that if I really, truly care about the person I’m hugging, that positive energy would provide… Read more

Aw! Look at you, handsome, wily boy! You are my sun, my moon, all the stars in my sky. I love that I can tell you that and (unlike your mom and uncles) you don’t cut me off or even flinch. I love your mischief . . . and I love that when I sing to… Read more

I have such amazing friends, ya know? Yeah, I’ve mentioned it before. The beautiful thing is, we’re all a bit crazy, we’re all a bit off, but we’re good people and although we’re far from perfect and not always noble, we’re the first to be there for each other and any others for that matter.… Read more

Blech. My pistachios are mushy. I guess maybe it’s because of all the rain. The sun is out now, anyway. Supposed to go away, though, in a little bit. I was not sick of the rain, but I was sorry for the death and destruction. I looked like a drowned rat (sad) when I ran… Read more