Many, many years ago, while living in Boston, I walked along Newbury Street and passed a homeless lady. She was a regular in that area, and I was used to seeing her on that block. As I walked…
Butthole. For Reals.
When it’s 95 degrees at 7pm, a gal is justified in being less-than-herself. That’s where I find myself as I write this. I had wanted to tell you about some of my summer experiences. I’m hoping heat…
Irrational, But Well-Rounded
I don’t get hit on. (Yes, peanut gallery – that may very well have something to do with my appearance in the above photo, but so the hell what?) Mister, on the other hand, occasionally receives attention from…
National Iced Tea Day
I don’t get too jazzed over most made-up holidays. There are too danged many of them, for one, and for two – most of them just don’t float my boat. But today is different. Today is National Iced…
Thursday Memories
This photo was taken in the early 1990s, in Boston. And clearly I had found myself a potato shaped like a heart. Other than that, I haven’t got a clue. I’m glad to have old photos like…
Troubled Waters
I don’t usually write about politics, as I just don’t want to. It isn’t that I don’t have thoughts or feelings; I most certainly do. But I try to keep that out of this forum, as I…
Another View of Boston
The above photo was snapped by Mister when his buddy came to town. This shows Jack feeding one of the giant squirrels in Boston Common. Many of the squirrels there have been desensitized to humans. On…
Her Name Was Christina
When I lived in Boston, I was a flight attendant. Mister was in grad school and my job paid the bills. We lived in a tiny apartment in Beacon Hill. When people heard where we lived, they assumed…
Boston, In a Heartbeat
I’m not from Boston. I lived there for a few years, and I loved it so much that I’ve always said I’d move back in a heartbeat. That sentiment hasn’t changed. Whenever there’s a tragedy in the…