Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Feeble Attempts and Meager Returns
Saturday, November 21, 2020
What If You Catch It?
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Finding The Source
Tuesday, October 27, 2020
Please Hold For Aunt Jo
Thursday, October 15, 2020
I Don't Mean To Intrude
Sunday, September 27, 2020
Can't Find My Rose-Colored Glasses
"Every ending is a beginning."
Every time some hack types that, it's a new beginning. We're all just holding mirrors up to mirrors, aren't we? I seem to have run out of beginnings. Endings, too, for the most part. I was just sitting around waiting for an end to the pandemic or my life, whichever came first, until I realized I'm younger than both of those old white guys running for president. Well, one white and one more an apricot/tangerine, to be precise.
Somehow I seem to have avoided almost everything that scared me growing up. By growing up, I mean everything that happened to me up until yesterday. Yesterday at about 2:00 pm, again, to be precise.
Every heartbreak in my diary is loss.
Friday, September 18, 2020
Made Friends With The Ghosts
Never been one to visit the gravesites. Maybe if my memories were all in tiny, natural settings I would be more likely to connect with the ones I miss. I do find myself talking to the spirits more often these days. Oh, I don't expect them to answer.
Now, I don't believe in luck but, if I did, I would describe myself as lucky. I've seen both ends of the rainbow and the green flash. Twice.
Learning to love is the easy part. Paying attention is the trick.
Saturday, September 12, 2020
Love In The Ether
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
The Boy Who Met Elvis
The whole thing was in her mind. I feigned a demure attitude- "Well, I never really met him. I mean, well, he knew my name and, of course I knew his. We shook hands. We talked. I was a kid. He was the King of Rock'n'Roll."
For some reason, my sweet friend knew me very well. She knew, absolutely, that meeting Elvis Presley made me the person that I am today. Oh, she knew about my family life and she was aware of my background. In fact, we were introduced by another woman who had worked on a documentary about me. I married that one for a short time.
She rented the finest gear and hired technical wizards. She filmed and probed and cajoled. We laughed and cried. I sang and primped and posed. Visions of awards and accolades danced as she shot and she was more than happy to share them.
Thursday, August 27, 2020
No Happy Endings
Saturday, August 22, 2020
No Glory Days
Friday, August 21, 2020
"How much time does she have, Hansel?"
"Two months. At the most."
She made it exactly two months. Towards the end I would find myself counting her pain pills. I knew that when they were gone, it was over.
Now, a couple of years later, I'm always aware of how many B-12 lozenges are left in the container. I'm not really sure what I'm calculating. As I understand it, we all have obsessive compulsions. It's a disorder when they interfere with a normal life.
I've never lived a normal life.
Sunday, August 16, 2020
The Lobster's Revenge
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Calling Dr. Hofmann
Sunday, July 26, 2020
All American Boy
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Friday, July 17, 2020
Choose Your Weapon
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Jet Fuel Romance, Retread Heart
Thursday, July 9, 2020
Terms of Engagement
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Manhattan Island and the Family Cow
Saturday, July 4, 2020
She said she would love me forever.
Stars and Stripes Forever
Forever Yours. Always my favorite candy bar. One day, forty-some odd years ago, they just disappeared from the shelf in the convenience store. Oh, I understand they're back, but I can't seem to find one.
I was looking for true love, she just wanted to dance.