My first book, G-Is for String, is now available on Amazon! Set in the 1970s, the story follows Tina's first years of learning the ropes of dancing in strip clubs and X-rated theaters. G-isforstring.com
So, today I received my first cellular telephone in the mail. I wanted to make sure this cell phone thing wasn’t just another fad before I jumped in. It was well packaged. In other words, it took a hammer, chisel, scissors, and two kitchen knives to open the damned shipping box. When I finally tore the box open, parts scattered like cockroaches across the dining room floor and beyond. I’m not certain all the parts were collected and inserted properly, which may have been the problem.
Sealing Wax and Other Fancy Stuff
Glittery balls of tin foil stacked to the rocky ceiling tumbling down in a shower of shine when the ocean gypsy pushes the waves, filling the cave. Frothy tendrils reaching into the darkness, pulling her collection out to sea. Even swiftly moving scales and monstrous tail cannot retrieve them all. Some are lost, adrift on the pale, moonlit bay, bobbing in the surf. Memories floating away. Perhaps it's better that way.
From the Future
Your life will shatter like china on the floor. If you break free, don't go back for more. Listen to your friends. They see with their eyes, not their hearts. Your heart can't be trusted. I know because I've watched you stumble and fall. I've seen the bruises and the tears. Run when you get the chance. The next time- run a little bit faster.
Every neighborhood has them, the bullies and the bullied. Unfortunately, the person who bullied me the worst lived at my house. My older sister was the antagonist in my early life story, beginning with trying to bite off my big toe when I was five days old. I don’t remember it, but my mother likes to remind me every once in a while that I should be thankful to have ten toes.
Never Have I Ever
Never have I ever. Not yet, anyway. My last twenty years have been lived inside a cloak of matronly invisibility. This is a common complaint among women nearing our seventies. We have become see-through. We are no longer considered women. No one thinks of us as desirable or attractive, except our dear husbands. That should be enough to satisfy our self-confidence, right?
Served With Ice
Meeting men when I worked as a stripper was not a problem. Sorting out the good ones from the bad was my problem. There could be at least a dozen men in the audience begging for attention. I’d end up meeting the worst creep in the club and taking him home with me. Then, he’d never want to leave. Sometimes I would call upon a large friend of mine to come to my apartment and pretend to be my long lost husband just to get rid of the guy. The persistent losers had to be escaped by calling my dance agent and getting booked out of town until they got the message.
How I Lost My Baby Teeth
See that adorable little girl on the tricycle? Looking so trusting and innocent? She is the spitting image of me at five years old, except I had buck teeth and was skinnier. I was trusting and very innocent though, which made me comic fodder for the older, bigger kids in the neighborhood.
Between the Covers
In between the covers is a world of fantasy for me. Role playing and play acting- pretending my life is far more exciting than it truly is. I don't need to travel to exotic places to live out my delusions. Between these delicious covers my deepest, darkest desires become reality.
Under the Black Light
If walls could talk I would be the talk of the town. I've supported the flimsy roof of this tiny motel on the rundown side of town for sixty-plus years. This motel has seen many guests come and go. Mostly come. Then, again, most didn't stick around too long after.