My experience of the year just past as it unfolded, immortalized by three familiar faces: Contemplative…Wry…What the hell? Okay I’ll tell you — when you get to be my age and are presented with a Christmas cloche that comes to a perfect pixie peak — you just slap it on…
Category: Short Stories
* And so we come to Christmas eve. Our household tradition is to make pasta, something we only attempt once a year (because, in truth, we’re not very good at it). It gets everyone involved and believe me, a lot of hands are needed as those sheets of pasta get…
For a beautifully researched post on Art Director Stephen Goosson please turn to Steve Vaught’s VASTLY interesting blog: Shangri-La has been found! It’s in Denver! | Paradise Leased. You’ve probably guessed by now that I’m in Palm Springs. A few days ago I hiked Tahquitz Canyon with my best beloved…
When I was a youngster we didn’t spend much time there. My mother spoke of it disdainfully saying, “It’s fine if you’re a Republican or play golf,” neither the party or the sport interested her. I did, however, have an aunt and uncle who had retired young and decided to…
“Snow is a hell of a thing,” said Ross, by way of a foreword. “It ain’t, somehow, it seems to me, salubrious. I can stand water and mud and two inches below zero and a hundred and ten in the shade and medium-sized cyclones, but this here fuzzy white stuff…
Once my friend prepared a casserole dish of potatoes au gratin to bake at my house and it sloshed in her car and for weeks it smelled like baby puke, until she took it to a specialty cleaner…the kind that cleans up crime scenes. True story! A long time ago,…