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Red Rag in my trumpet case. Friday before 3. I hustle out. Cold, cloudy, oppressively winter. Front seat, shotgun, hunched down. I know the drill. “Hey, little chilly today, ain’t it?” he says. “Damn right. Same place?” “Yep. You two lovebirds have a good New Years?” He pops in a Rascals 8 track. “Yep. Good… Continue reading Doug and I, together again

Being a girl can be difficult……….. Two days back in school from break. Everyone’s pissy, from the Foon on down. There is a disturbance in the force. A girl named Patti got new clothes under her tree. A black crushed velvet mini-dress and super-sized heels like Veronica. Patti was very short, 5′ on tiptoe. So… Continue reading The Injury Report

Let’s do This! I discover cushions on our little “Love Seat” were removable. When placed on the stage, they provide padding. Now we can lay side by side, concealed by curtains. I spring it on Allie when we’re back from break. Being on stage is also warmer than the alcove where winter keeps invading our… Continue reading We’re on Stage!

Steve is talking. No music. Nobody next door doing the hootchie-coo. [Please note: the author has never done such a dance and bears no responsibility to anyone over 40 trying said dance.] Our theme song for this day: “Do you have any idea how fucking lucky your are? I bet every single boy in your… Continue reading “Only you could get hung up like this”

New year, new issues. I’m forlorn in the living room, extinguishing Christmas lights. I feel sad for some reason. But why? What the hell can I be sad about? I hung out with my girl for New Years. Gotta get my act together. Clean lipstick off cups in the sink, check my face for lipstick.… Continue reading Our hero, lost at sea

Let’s make some memories It’s after 11. We return downstairs. “Okay, sit on the couch. Close your eyes and imagine you’re Cinderella at the ball.” I find one of mom’s records. This will get her for sure. Bowing slightly….”Alison, may I have this dance? She nods enthusiastically. It appears she is at a loss for… Continue reading I play an Ace

Thank you, readers! April was my most popular month EVER. And that’s because of YOU. You’re the reason I keep hammering away at my helpless, defenseless keyboard, so thank you very much! And thank you for the kind emails you’ve sent. Smiles abounding here! Tell your friends, babysitters, bots, and nurses if you’re comfortable here.… Continue reading 5/1/25

A New Years Eve to remember, for sure. We trudge up the stairs: I’m hiding my misery. “My bed isn’t made, Allie.” “Big deal. You think Doug makes his bed? He even leaves his underwear out. It’s friggin’ awful.” My room is messy, but mostly from records stacked on every conceivable location. Two unmatched socks… Continue reading Pudding Lips

Tell me some scientist hasn’t researched this! We’re laying side by side as tree lights dance across the ceiling. This is the first time we’ve seriously necked on the floor, instead of side by side. It’s much more fun, not re-adjusting constantly. I store this info for later; an idea is germinating. “You got anything… Continue reading Mommy, Does kissing cause Hunger Pangs?

Silly question, right? “I have some idea what we can do.” She smiles coyly. “Wait,” I say, “Come look at the field I told you about.” “Wow. It’s wonderful.” The moon is polishing snow diamonds across the expanse. We stand side by side, gazing silently like old married folks. I hold my mug of cocoa… Continue reading What next indeed?