I’ve been scrounging in my son’s room for vestiges of dirty clothes – hardly an exciting task, but a must – lest hidden stinky socks unleash insidious effects while he is away at school. There was plenty to discover – a t-shirt here, a towel there, tennis shorts in the strangest places. And yes, more […]
Piano Bar
Big blue eyes. Black brows, penciled in, and thin. Translucent skin, dark hair pulled back from the face, and just the slightest hint of age around the neck, that softening of skin that immediately signals four decades behind or possibly five, and still, her beauty is unmistakable. She is simultaneously subdued and friendly though some […]
Triangle
It is the low-pitched and rolling brogue that startles me, and I look up. I hadn’t heard him enter the living room. “Surprised to see me?” he asks, cocking that irrepressible eyebrow that makes a woman’s heart beat faster, like everything else about him. I’m not sure what to say. I am surprised to see […]
Seven Links With Sundry Stories
Sundry stories… picks for sharing.
Of Sons And Futures
I can’t tell you when it started or what I did to warrant it because I do not know. Yet I always assumed I must have done something to initiate such disdain, such derision, and the tussling that frequently finished with me in bruises and tears, and him – indifferent, as he walked away, with […]
Private Matters
Knowing where to drawn the line when it comes to sharing on the Internet. Especially about our kids.
Who Inspires You?
Perhaps I’m feeling inspired. Or uninspired. I’m not entirely sure why this question popped into my head the other evening, but it did, and I put the query out in a few places hoping to expand my own set of voices to stir, to excite, to inspire. I ask myself who inspires me and run […]
Guy Talk
Guys and cars. Foreign language, if you ask me…
The Itch
London. San Francisco. Paris, of course. Mentions of Melbourne, moments in Mexico, photographs of Phoenix. Even if I never leave my little burg (of several million), I’m inclined to play the part of an armchair voyager, bound for locales that I’d like to visit, and others where I’ve lived and I dream of returning. And […]
Sometimes, You Give In
I am dreaming of Hillary Rodham Clinton and the face I see is the one I remember with clarity: she is bright and youthful, her hair pulled back and secured by a head band, her earnest expression we come to know at the beginning of her husband’s first presidential campaign. And in the dream I […]