Today, it seems we Americans are gawkers. We have stumbled on this wreck of our leadership, the economy, lack of secure boarders, growing poverty, unemployment, inept Obamacare, the mismanagement of leaving Iraq and Afghanistan, and worry about the future. As… Read More ›
This weekend The EL is off to the oldest City in America. I was invited to read my work before the elite Garden and Book Club of St. Augustine, Florida as part of their new endeavor to promote new writers… Read More ›
So I couldn’t spell Lake Titicaca. I saw nothing wrong with writing the answers on the back of a wooden ruler in pencil for the weekly geography quizzes. It was the only object allowed on our desks during tests. Points… Read More ›
Romance novelist Nora Roberts, who grew up in the same areas around Washington D.C. as I did, wrote; “If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always… Read More ›
Bob Hope did a movie entitled “Son of Paleface,” about a northern city-slicker, graduate of Harvard, who went out west for the first time and entered a tough, western town on a miniature donkey. There is an establishment known… Read More ›
My great search for the perfect meatball begins. Since my Italian mother’s passing in 1994, I realized that my grief for the loss of her sauce (gravy) and those round mounds of moist meat laced with seasonings and bits of… Read More ›
What I am about to tell you is shocking. I do want all of you to know I am safe and can handle myself as well as any caged writer. My views are off the charts on my blog because… Read More ›
I can now proclaim Rap is dead. I wondered into a club charging a fifteen dollar cover to see and hear a “band” called Lacs, a group of white, redneck Georgia boys who believe they are the new wave,… Read More ›
I was in my white, Tony Soprano bathrobe wearing my Seabiscuit cap at the crack of noon, having my coffee, and thinking what I was going to write about next when my doorbell rang. Sometimes I won’t answer but… Read More ›
I do not know if this story is about a woman’s love for her possum, or how I get in trouble opening my big mouth. This may even be about the grammatical usage of “opossum” verses “possum.” Being… Read More ›
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