Suprise Me

Barbara to Mom: “why doesn’t Tommy have to do this?” Read More

Does time just really stop, or is our definition of time just really wrong? Read More

Doggedly, I record signs of the coming light. Read More

I remember feeling passive and helpless when it came to dating. Read More

Going into business is always dicey, you might even say a crap shoot, but I have a habit of it.  Back in the early ‘90s, I was also in the habit of playing poker in casinos around the southland. I’d recently come back from a trip to Africa and used some of the photos I’d taken… Read More

We were going to a-go-go and the devil be damned. Read More

First a word about “honeymoon”. We were at a fabulous wedding in England last October. The father of the bride began his toast holding up a bottle of mead. He commented that it was the custom in old Saxon English days to offer newlyweds bottles of mead, also known as honey wine, since it is… Read More

This might have been a lesson learned, though. Read More

I was going to call this story Ticket To Ride, but I used that for my Woodstock story. My thanks to Duke Ellington for this title. Read More

I am an inveterate romantic. Dan teases that I weep at Hallmark commercials. He’s not wrong. I am sentimental. I save everything. I have a dried sprig of flowers from my wedding bouquet, pressed into my Bride’s Book. I have a long memory, for good and bad. Dan can make grand gestures when he chooses… Read More