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- never play this game after midnight
- it’s a simple matter of justice – remembering Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
- weekend specials popular at the Cardinal Cat Cafe
- the hideout – revisited on Friday the 13th., 2023
- Cardinal Cat Cafe
- 1/6 two year anniversary
- Bervin’s grandmother’s advice to K McCarthy
- human frailty, mendacity, and George Santos – plus pink boxing gloves
- last train from Gun Hill – and Ukraine
- twas the week before Christmas…
- I hope you dance
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Flannery O'Connor answered the mystery for me of why I write?
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I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.
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Category Archives: Humor
prejudice by any other name is still prejudice
Last night I had a conversation with my cousin Gaylen (son of Ray) who lives near the area demolished by a large tornado that swept south of Houston, Texas yesterday. Thankfully Gaylen and his family escaped damage, but I was … Continue reading
a man of letters (8) – combat! January, 1945
In the summer of 2018, I published a series of letters my dad wrote during his life. I hadn’t read them since then, but sometimes the war in Europe jars my memories to an earlier war known as World War … Continue reading
never play this game after midnight
If you only had two words to describe me, what would they be? I asked Pretty night before last when we were in bed and both still awake after midnight. The Australian Open began this week – the first Grand … Continue reading
weekend specials popular at the Cardinal Cat Cafe
excuse me, I’m new here, but are the specials usually this popular? ********************* Yes, they’re as popular as popcorn at the Gator Bowl. our three year old granddaughter Ella at her first football game!
the hideout – revisited on Friday the 13th., 2023
On Friday the 13th. of July, 2018, I posted this piece. Time passes, moments are fleeting, but these thoughts hang around while the wind blows a winter’s chill that moves the tall naked sticks that once were trees outside my … Continue reading
Posted in family life, Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, Reflections, Slice of Life, sports, The Way Life Is, The Way Life Should Be
Tagged dude ranches, friday the 13th, scrabble, the hideout
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Cardinal Cat Cafe
“Hey, come look in the carport. You have a visitor – it’s a new cat I don’t recognize, and it’s sitting next to the food bowls. Come see if this cat is one of your regulars at the Cat Cafe,” … Continue reading
twas the week before Christmas…
and all through the house just one creature was stirring, for sure not a mouse. The colorful papers were wrapped into shape by Pretty whose hands never made a mistake. Her gifts were bought with the greatest of care throughout … Continue reading
a child’s question
the Pride flag and the broom Last week I saw our 3 year old granddaughter Ella trying her best to strike our Pride flag with a broom she found in the back yard. I watched as she struggled to swing … Continue reading
dear Santa, send boxing gloves
Before you ask yourself whether you’ve read this story before, I can say possibly – it’s a seasonal favorite of mine. This year my good friend Ed Madden’s annual holiday letter included a fabulous vintage Christmas card of a boxing … Continue reading
Posted in family life, Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, politics, racism, Reflections, sexism, Slice of Life, sports, The Way Life Is, The Way Life Should Be
Tagged boxing gloves, bubble lights, christmas presents, christmas tree, christmas wrapping paper and bows, date loaf, divinity, evening in paris perfume, family gatherings at christmas, ginger ale and lime sherbet punch, jewelry box, santa christmas letter, see's candies, slava ukraini, vintage christmas card
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a case of mistaken identity
We all make mistakes, and here’s one of mine. This is the cat formerly known as Bully Cat. When Carport Kitty (may she rest in peace) first started hanging around in our carport more than a year ago, a larger … Continue reading
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