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then again, maybe not
The scene is Sunday morning at Casa de Swell. Dining table with cups of coffee, half-eaten almond croissants, sections of Sunday newspapers in piles – His Unread, Her Unread, All Read. A aging man and woman, dressed in fleece and slippers, sit at one end of the table in adjacent chairs. Winter sunlight slants into…
Please Hold My Sequined Heart
The huge thunderheads of these September days rise over the mountains far to the east, piling up on each other, filling the dry sky, sucking every drop from my skin. This awful heat holds me down, hides me inside these walls, wishing for the smallest breeze to stir the shriveled elm leaves outside my office…
Beach Baby, Sand Story
Nikki St.G., my BFF and partner-in-crime through high school, had come from Honolulu with her bitchen bathing suit, so I bought one like it from a surf shop in San Diego, only mine was sky blue with white hibiscus flowers – the fabric wrong-side-out, natch – and white piping on the edges to show…
Out of the Clear Blue Sky
The sounds of slack boat sails slapping masts and chains clanking carried on the gusty breeze from the harbor to the waiters’ bench at the Body Beautiful Car Wash two short blocks away. A twenty-degree respite from the convection-oven heat of August had drawn me (and, by the length of the line at…
Just Like Bogie and Bacall
I don’t know why I decided to write this today, dammit, because I will cry if I do and my brownish-black Great Lash (not waterproof because that’s nasty stuff) mascara will dissolve until I look like Maggie Gyllenhaal in “Crazy Heart” when Jeff Bridges wipes a pool of sooty tears off her cheekbone with his…
I Do, I Do
Sunday will be a big day for us here at Casa de Swell. No, not because our football team’s in the playoffs; they’re not, damn it. It’s because 23 years ago, on January 16, 1988, Mr. Forte and I finally got married after almost 18 years of thinking up reasons why we shouldn’t. For those…