“Moon river, wider than a mile I’m crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, You heart breaker Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way…" Read More

...notwithstanding any other food fear, sentiment, fixation, longing, dream, taboo, burp, or memory I may have or ever had, there will always be the wondrous egg, scrambled, poached, boiled, easy-over, omeleted, cooked fancy or plain, my best breakfast friend. Read More

I tied piles of accumulated newspapers together to form a solid block of newspaper, which I used as a guest stoop. Read More

On Saturday morning I awoke clear-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to write something in response to this week’s GROUP PHOTOS prompt.  But I was distracted from writing by a series of aggravating and delaying techno snags.  Read More

We looked at each other with relief and amazement.  Read More

I’ve known families who would pile into the car every summer for a back and forth, like it was the greatest thing.  But that ain’t my gig.  It’s like once I ate a bad scallop, and no more scallops after that, wrapped in bacon or otherwise. Read More

I’ve missed my chance to take a walk today. Now it’s raining, and freezing, and the forecast says it’s only going to get worse. Read More

To the extent that “comic relief” need not cause one to snot in laughter, need not require a banana peel to go ass over teakettle on... Read More

The red cubes glow like fox eyes. Read More

A grown son is one of life’s rewards. Once I could carry him on my shoulders, he holding my ears. Now he towers over me, and knows how to do things, talk to people, manage situations, has a family of his own, makes a living, and (surprisingly, considering his gene pool) he can dance. It is thrilling. Why would I want to screw up this good thing by taking him to Vegas? Read More