Ah…. Youth.

I once had a boyfriend named Michael.  Ok.  Michael Dille, if you want to know the whole name.  I don’t care.  I somehow doubt he’s still alive.  And, if he is, I still don’t care. I’ve googled him once or twice to see what became of him, but never found a trace. The romance lasted … Continue reading Ah…. Youth.


My friend, Jim, emailed me after he returned to Nyack that the succulents I gave him from my garden on New Year’s Eve — the last hour of 2017 — are doing well.  Jim, his girlfriend (and my friend) Anita, and another friend, Deb, had spent a memorable NYE together (doing nothing special — the … Continue reading Re-calibrating