Poetry, Prose and Prattle

I wrote this poem in the spring of 2019.  I remember it today as I wake up to the lightest dusting and cloudy skies.   Primavera Falso Green...

Which came first?   The chicken, the egg or customer service?   The answer, according to my long-gone dad, would have been door number three...

This is going to be a long story about how I came to have short hair.  I am guessing that most women consider hair care a process, a project...

Sometime in March, as my trip to the Jersey Shore was on the horizon, my brother asked me if I would like to attend the inaugural Avon by th...

Let's talk about aging and ageism.  About getting older and not keeping up with the times.  Gaining more wrinkles and grey hair and mayb...

When I was young, in the sixties, straight hair was all the rage.  My mom would either have my hair cut short, or when it was longer, she...