The heat here has turned grasses into a balding, crackling, brittle mat; the ground sounds like dry Rice Krispies underfoot. Clumps of locusts, skilled in martial arts and armored up in primary colors (mostly red, yellow, and green), strut around with rude self-confidence. If they're part of the food chain, I'll eat my hat. As… Continue reading Where There’s Smoke
Tag: childhood memories
Have You Got Mail?
There are a few things I don't do anymore. I don't do them because I can't do them. It has nothing to do with my age, everything to do with the age we live in. If I want to go to a drive-in... to watch movies, I can't. The majority of drive-ins went out of… Continue reading Have You Got Mail?
Rash Decisions
If you place me on a slut scale, the fact that I fantasized about being a nun when I was very young makes me as light as a feather. This fantasy was dramatically encouraged by my affection for the nuns in The Sound of Music and by how ungodly-gorgeous Audrey Hepburn looks in a habit… Continue reading Rash Decisions
Look into My Angel Eyes
An astrologer offered to do my astrological chart. Exact time of birth is important, but I could only tell her I was born in the early hours of the morning, arriving before the nursing home breakfast was served. Trying to figure out my birth ‘window’ had me remembering ... Of course, when I was old… Continue reading Look into My Angel Eyes
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