Call of the Wild
In Texas, the riparian bluffs around the marina echoed coyote song. It began with one, grew to a chorus, and ended with …
Monthly Archives: June 2011
A Woman You Can Trust
John sent a simple thank you note on a simple card in a simple envelope, “Nothing says ‘simple supper’ [from …
Damn the Torpedoes
Buzzy says, “If you listen to the weather forecasts, you’ll never do anything.” Sunday’s forecast called for rain. The National …
At The Ball (Paddlefest)
“Ah, there it is,” I remind myself when my body finally gets into the rhythm of rowing. Winter was long …
Victorious Secret
We say several things when we succeed: “Vye-ola, as they say in France.”, “Eurethra!”, or we hum the theme from …
Inappropriate Dancing
We want to cruise Betty Jane up to Cincinnati where we will launch Pramela for Paddlefest. The problem is that the port …
Inappropriate Prayer
“May I speak to you?” the Canon Mother asks in that tone that says, “you’re in trouble.” I knew something …
An Abject Act of Snobbery: A Trilogy (Part 3)
I want a box of writing paper with envelopes. “Please, sir?” the salesgirl asks as if I smelled. “A box …
The Lowest Common Denominator: A Trilogy (Part 2)
Mother was socially conscious. Conscious of who was doing what, where, and with whom. Mother admonished, “You should never have …
Membership has its Privileges: A Trilogy (Part 1)
Dale and I travelled across town. We visited the temple of erudition. We plumbed the depth of the lowest common …
