(re-run) After nearly a week of no heat in my house, I finally feel warm enough to write a story, a spicy one, at that. This morning I made my usual run (with wet hair) to the grocery store for the Sunday Chronicle. But alas, there were none. I popped into the CVS next door… Continue reading Mac and Cheese, a Spicy Story
Category: humor
Must Be a Small Town
(re-run) I went to my favorite beach town for 24 hours to get away from it all. The weather was foggy, the weeds in my yard were thick, and my two dogs were fighting. But three thrift stores in Carmel had their end-of-the-month half-off sales yesterday, so who cared about the weather, the weeds and… Continue reading Must Be a Small Town
Afternoon Delight: Read All About It
(The Worst Wait for a Date) If you were in eighth grade and you had a weekly afternoon paper route delivering the Detroit News in Saginaw, Michigan, and you rode your red Schwinn bicycle with the basket to do your route and then rode it again on collection day, what would your fantasy be? If… Continue reading Afternoon Delight: Read All About It
Picking Your Nose and Alzheimer’s
I read in the newspaper today (remember those?), that people who pick their noses are more likely to get Alzheimer’s. I am not making this up. Apparently, introducing germs into the nose triggers the brain to produce betas-amyloid as defense. An abundance of beta-amyloid is believed to be the leading cause of Alzheimer’s. So beware,… Continue reading Picking Your Nose and Alzheimer’s
Chinese Fire Drills and Other Politically Incorrect Things from my Past
(re-run) Back in high school in a suburb of Des Moines, Iowa, we did whatever we could to stir up some fun and sometimes some trouble. It was a simple existence: go to school, do homework, think about and look for boys. With no cell phones or social media to organize anything, kids spent a… Continue reading Chinese Fire Drills and Other Politically Incorrect Things from my Past
Sorry About That
(re-run) Aileen, in her early 50s, had a date that neither she, nor the guy, will ever forget. They met online. He suggested a hike out to the Black Diamond Mines in Antioch. She agreed, although she wasn’t much of a hiker. During the hike and while climbing in and out of the mine tunnels,… Continue reading Sorry About That
Neighborhood Watch and Biting Dogs
(re-run) Nine years ago, burglaries were happening all over my neighborhood. The burglars’ M.O. was to ring the doorbell, wait, then kick in the front door, find the jewelry, cash and drugs and get out in two minutes. They’d use a pillowcase from the master bedroom, where the jewelry was most likely to be. It… Continue reading Neighborhood Watch and Biting Dogs
Be Careful What You Wish For
(re-run) I’ve lived in my little house for seven years and four months. The neighborhood is about 48 years old, and the trees that are here are huge. My pie-shaped lot is wide and shallow in the back. Las Trampas Ridge is due west, beyond the freeway, but I could not see it because of… Continue reading Be Careful What You Wish For
Two Dates, Two Dolls
(in honor of my parents) He was tall and lanky. She was short with a great smile. They were the leads in the school play at Des Moines Tech high school in 1947. They flirted on and off stage. They even had a kissing scene. Joanne knew Bill was the one. Bill asked her out.… Continue reading Two Dates, Two Dolls
The Old Ladies Are Farting
My 100-person chorus meets once a week. It is comprised of people in all stages of life, young singles, young married people with children, pregnant women, middle-aged folks, and old timers. There are divorcees, widows, and one guy on Match.com. It’s a conglomeration of all types and ages. At my massage yesterday, I was telling… Continue reading The Old Ladies Are Farting
