For many people, shopping is a sport. Some glory in finding a bargain, others, well, I really don’t get it. At all costs, I avoid: department stores with wall-to-wall people and loud muzak that now consists of songs I actually know dressing rooms with curtains that don’t close or doors that don’t lock grocery stores, […]
Tag: Stories
Words: A Foible
Luxurious words come to me, particularly when I write. Aegis. Austere. Foible. Gibe. The sounds are part and parcel of the words. They say to me, aurally, what they mean. Loquacious: my son. Then I worry that the word that has appeared in my mind isn’t accurate. Maybe I’m using the wrong one. Aegis: according […]
A Performance Enhancing Instrument
Just before I’m on stage, I am often a little anxious. I find energy in that anxiety. It carries me to the “high” that enables me perform well. When I begin, some part of my body may shake or need to fiddle, but I hide it well and no one notices. I play for the […]
Oz Recurs
Yesterday afternoon I stopped by Mildred’s house to see if my 10 year old wanted to come home and read while I got some work done. That didn’t fly. While I was there, Mildred, who must be in her sixties, was loading The Wizard of Oz into the DVD player for the pre-school kids. I […]
