Ratty Sweaters

She comes to me from a world beyond In dark, smirking comedy A reminder of a time that is past A black sweater shall not be her remedy I am my mother’s daughter it seems. I hang onto clothes that are comfortable, no matter the condition. The clothes that envelope me in warmth and security, like a blanket in the hands of Linus and the black sweater my mom hung onto in her nineties. It took me over 20 yearsRead more

The Quest

I had an idea. Well, actually, Natasha and I had an idea: Let’s share an apartment/flat/duplex/something! What were we thinking? Hmmmmm….. Oh yeah – we thought we would save on rent and utilities; go for walks without having to drive to each other’s place; engage in mini Iron Chef nights; have Star Trek and NCIS marathons; engage in discussions about cat hair; and sit on the patio on a hot summer’s night, watching the flowers grow.   It’s tiring, though. I finally hadRead more