It strikes fear in the hearts of lovers and newlyweds. Irritation in weary married couples. Arguments from siblings on vacation, forced to share a tiny room. Snoring. No make-up? No worries. Snoring was all I could think about, pondering my first entire night with a new… friend. It wasn’t fear of waking in the morning, […]
My Hero
Get up before 6 a.m. on a Sunday morning? Are you kidding? I was barely awake. Had glanced at the alarm clock. Hit the snooze, twice. Oh do it, just do it. You know you want to. I dragged myself out of bed and headed for the coffeemaker. Pressed the buttons on the remote. Settled […]
It is while blacksmithing that one becomes a blacksmith
“Eet eez while blacksmeeting zat one becomes a blacksmeet,” says the man gazing again at the red stiletto shoes. The beauties I had been saving for a special occasion. Patent, and low cut. Four inch heels. I love wearing them. I love wearing them for him, even more. IMAGE: Catholic school. Patent shoes that reflect, […]
Hands across the planet
So… what if I’m trying to do my morning writing, and “hands across the planet” is suddenly more than a slogan for an international non-profit? What if it is more than a dawning reverie of something resembling a sex life? What if I’m attempting to craft a morning missive, even a rambling reminiscence about something […]
Sex in San Francisco?
I was packing until midnight. Television until after one a.m. to fall asleep, finally. Then up at six, shower, dog, repacking. . . Enough clothes for a week, and it’s only a long weekend. My hair, wet. Now headed to the station. And they’re showing previews of The Taking of Pelham 123, the remake. In […]
The more things change, the more they stay the same… Huh?
I woke with the dog scratching at my door, as usual. Her needs first, then my own. Even before coffee. Rather like kids – their needs first. Those needs are initially physical, and also emotional. Needs that evolve. Becoming more affective, more instructive, more logistical. By the time we’re dealing with adolescence, things have shifted […]
Coffee. Pasta. Oh Christ, another day.
The coffee’s hot. Black. Strong. My drug of choice. FLASHBACK: I used to joke “I like my coffee the way I like my men – hot, black, and strong.” But that was before the age of political correctness. Before the 80s. My permed hair. Shoulder pads. Pumps with toe cleavage. By the early 90s I […]