On Monday afternoon, while sitting on my beloved deck, I heard the sound of what I now know were gunshots. There were two victims in the purported drive-by shooting, brothers. The younger of the two was 17 years old. He died. It was reported that the older brother, a 25 year old man, repeatedly yelled … Continue reading Makes me wanna holler
Category: musings
Growing accustomed to her face – nearly 54 years late(r)
Do you ever long for the days when you were completely at ease in your skin? I mean so long ago that you weren’t even aware of your physical self beyond maybe when you needed to use the bathroom or felt tired or hungry. Way back when as a person you hadn’t yet learned to … Continue reading Growing accustomed to her face – nearly 54 years late(r)
Making my bed
One of the house projects I took on during this COVID summer was the third floor of my house. Twenty plus years ago we had renovated the space to add a bathroom and redivide the remaining area into two bedrooms, but it was time for a serious update - and I had no excuse to … Continue reading Making my bed
Rainbows. Maybe even unicorns
I sat on the couch last evening, occupied by my keyboard and the changing sky outside my closed sliding glass doors to the deck. The dramatic rain had stopped and I noticed the late afternoon sky oddly becoming more light, rather than more dark, with the approach of evening. I stepped outside to look more intently … Continue reading Rainbows. Maybe even unicorns
Relationship Rides
A friend and I were talking recently about (surprise!) relationships, the ones we cherish, abandon, regret, wish for... There’s really no end to the potential variety in types of relationships and no two, be it parental, platonic or romantic, are exactly the same. While the emotion created may repeatedly be love, it’s never identical to … Continue reading Relationship Rides
Herd
I once worked in a restaurant where the expected confirmation response to a question or request, the “Polo” to one’s “Marco,” was “Heard.” I liked it. It seemed succinct, yet active. Not only did the single syllable communicate that the speaker’s words were effectively conveyed, but they were clearly acknowledged. Processed and ready to be … Continue reading Herd
Dating myself, the 50s
Dating has never been my strength. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a good date. You can pretty much take me anywhere and I’ll find someone to talk with, an item on the menu to enjoy or a part of a performance or show to appreciate. That part is not an issue. It’s more of an … Continue reading Dating myself, the 50s





