At Least They're Committed

Ding! Another “sent” email. One night a month it’s like any night at a newspaper. Twelve, 13, 14, 15. Hoping your eyes were right, hoping all is accurate, hoping your instincts ring true. (Hold onto your butts!) Got out about 5:50 or so, sprinted to the bus ‘cuz it was pulling up and I was… Read more

My sons are ecstatic that the 2013 Oscars will be celebrating 50 years of James Bond and that all of the Bonds plan to attend. They noted that it’s remarkable that all the Bonds are still alive and I agreed, saying, “That’s an even better percentage than surviving presidents!” There was silence and then EBD… Read more

I had a most delightful lunch with my friend Gail from my journalism days and her beau John. They were playful and giddy and they laughed often when telling me of their adventures. At one point Gail — who I’ve known for 15+ years and who had so struggled before and as her husband died… Read more

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“You finished without me.” “That’s what she said.” “No really, your self examination, good for you.” “Lost interest.” We’re sitting on my bed, watching The Emperor’s New Groove projected on my bedroom wall. We plan to follow it up with Big Fish, but I’ll be asleep before it’s over. I can hear the din of the… Read more

When first I chatted with Kevin about my overzealous-dudes problem, he said he could understand why people were drawn to me, that he felt my energy, acceptance and openness. It was cool. Anyway, we talked about what we called the “Something About Mary” syndrome, realizing that men thought they were in love with me not… Read more