Well, as it has been said, all good things must come to an end. This afternoon I head to Philly after five days of being totally spoiled at my friend’s house here in Florida. Of course, I will be glad to get home – there’s no place like home — but I will miss the lavish hospitality. I have grown accustomed to the way the…
I never did drugs growing up, unless you count coffee, not that I do. But while I never did drugs, I have been hooked on something else as controlling, and it is this heady premise: I can do it myself. I know you are all shocked to hear I was ever like this, knowing what you presently know of me, but yes, I really was an…
I keep waiting for the Perfect Time, a time in which to write you thoughtfully, memorably, helpfully, with sufficient space carved out to refine, polish and edit, as my spelling and grammer grammar are meticulously checked. And in such waiting, all that happens is nothing. Once again, it's time to reject the Whole Lotta Nothing thinking in favor of a Little Bit of Something. Let me…
I was glad to be home after a whirlwind 24-hour getaway. It had included, among other things, a picnic lunch by a stream and setting marshmallows ablaze by bonfire. (Why? Is there another way to toast them?) I happily anticipated a hot shower to erase the traces of dirt and sweat and smoke. Standing lost in thought, suitcase on the floor, cats circling my feet…
"Well, so how is your husband?" asked a friend I hadn't seen in awhile. Taken off-guard, I stammered, "He died. He's dead. He got very sick quite suddenly and he passed away. Eight months ago today." But as I've had time to rethink it, I want another chance to answer, this time more accurately. Jack didn't pass away. He didn't. The real answer is that he is very much alive and…