Suprise Me

I don’t know if I ever would’ve gotten a tattoo if my daughter hadn’t made us appointments with her favorite artist. I agreed to do it, but didn’t know what to choose. I went back and forth between some ideas (Hawaiian sunset! Lavender roses!), but finally decided on a bluebird of happiness. At the time,… Read More

My parents–well, really my father — would not allow me to work, other than babysitting, before I was an adult.  ‘Adult’ was apparently something my father thought he could proclaim when the time came and not necessarily on my 21st birthday.  My babysitting money got me through adolescence. You see, my Dad was raised during… Read More

But wait, there's more detritus; calculators, voice recorders, and an electronic dictionary. Read More

I think it was my fourteenth birthday when my father bought me a transistor radio.  They were a wonder.  Mine was small enough to hold in a hand, with a little leatherette case and ear bud, from Japan. Read More

The 1930 census had my aunt's name as Ruchel and my mother's name as Henayeta. Huh? Read More

Back in my day, bicycles had two wheels, no chain, no pedals, no brakes and, dammit, I was happy to have one…. Oh wait, that’s not true … But media coverage of pro cycling was just as primitive as that first push-bicycle, known as a “dandy horse,” back in the 19th century. Back before the… Read More

  Friendship, a bond that weaves through the tapestry of human existence, is a source of solace, support, and shared experiences. It’s a symphony of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and unspoken understandings. However, like any intricate creation, friendship can unravel, leaving behind a tangled web of emotions and unanswered questions. The dissolution of a friendship,… Read More

I suspect that had I fallen for the Mavis scam they would have done nothing and billed me for brake replacement. Read More

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

There, we learn profanity before we learn of the adventures of Dick and Jane. Letting fly a string of curses when angry or hurt is to us as natural as breathing. Read More