I’m trying my damnedest to think peaceful thoughts and find the zen of healing, reclining there at the community acupuncture place. I’m needled by the lack of privacy and by the sharp pricks of disapproval I feel for my fellow patients, who answer the practitioner’s hushed quiet queries in...
Day 158: Does Melania Have These Problems?
“I watched you walk across the room,” he says. My heart thrills a little. “You’ve got a real spring in your step,” he says. My heart thrills a little more. I like this man and find him attractive, in that rueful “would that I were 20 years younger” sort...
Day 78: One In A Million More
An older gentlemen I esteem told me years ago that everything went to hell once you hit age 50. I was in my 40s at the time, still relatively immortal. I rolled my eyes discreetly, felt sad that he was apparently turning into a tedious old curmudgeon, and told...
Day 77: Send Rulers, Guns & Money
“Be a dentist!” he told me, over and over again, when I was young and impressionable. Uncle Denis was a teacher, as were my parents. He felt it important that someone in the family find financial success and professional respect. The quest for financial success and professional respect is...
Day 76: Luck O’ The Mongrel
Cabbage, potatoes, carrots – and hot dogs. Hey, they were at least pink. I couldn’t afford corned beef – I was in college, living off campus and scrounging for food. That was a tragic Saint Patrick’s Day. I was cooking only for myself, lonely but spared at least from...