I sank back down into the pillows. Cute. Bossy. And pick up. What did that mean? I couldn’t think what to text back. Everything I thought of made me seem either desperate or uninterested. Finally I decided. Haven’t forgotten. Thanks for the ride. The reply came back in a flash. Don’t thank… Continue reading Don’t thank me until you’ve ridden.
Merry Christmas Eve to everyone. Here at the manse I’ve been working with Tristan and Lily. I’m nearly as demanding as Tristan, so there have been a few difficult moments. But I think by tomorrow we should be able to say job well done, and dress up and celebrate with a couple of bottles of… Continue reading Christmas Eve
Unspeakable. One of my resolutions has become to fight for sensible gun laws. This is not about deer hunting. It’s about saving children, and putting an end to this mindless violence that is far too easily obtained.
I had the good fortune to go see Cyndi Lauper’s Home For The Holidays benefit concert for LGBT homeless youth over the weekend. It was for a great cause – I don’t know why it surprised me to hear that gay youths are 40% of the young homeless population – disproportionally represented, and still at… Continue reading Concerts
This is always a sad time, for so many reasons. This is one of them.
Christmas is always a fun time of year. I am enjoying spending time by the virtual fire with Tristan, putting up decorations and writing. I wasn’t expecting him to come in but he does look good in the Christmas tea towel, even if it’s a little small. He said he was looking at the new… Continue reading Christmas is coming…