New horizons and dirty dogs (Musings on a Saturday)

New horizons and dirty dogs (Musings on a Saturday)

They came in groups of four until their number reached almost 500. All in black robes. Some had blood red sashes. Some had medals. Victory was finally theirs. They will rule the world. Why, no, this is not the start of some epic and lofty Vampire tale. It was GRADUATION DAY yesterday. My daughter Clara … Continue reading

White Silk, Black Tails

White Silk, Black Tails

White Silk, Black Tails – A Vampire Love Poem I was a spirit In white silk with pink roses Bustle in back You in black tails Took my breath away And a century later When you realized That I loved you I could exhale.   ~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman  

Memories

Memories

As yet another graduation day approaches I thought about memories. So many memories are being made this week. So many will be made this summer. Our memories of ourselves are rarely the same memories that others have about us. Others rarely remember us for what we think is important. They rarely remember us for anything … Continue reading

Mystery at the Museum (and a WTF moment)

Mystery at the Museum (and a WTF moment)

St. Stephen was said to have been stoned to death by a group of pissed off folks who didn’t like his brand of religion. Some say he spoke Greek and took care of Greek speaking widows stranded in a world of Romans. St. Anthony is the  Patron Saint of Lost things which would make him the … Continue reading

Parenting: What I’d Do Differently

Parenting: What I’d Do Differently

On June 2, 2017 at 8:00 a.m. in the morning my daughter graduates from High School. That more or less ends my role as a parent of school aged children. When I look back at things I’d do different 95% of it has to do with my reactions to situations we’ve encountered at school. Let … Continue reading

Short Story Sunday: The Alley

Short Story Sunday: The Alley

Taking a short cut through a downtown alley wasn’t always like it was in the movies. He’d rarely witnessed crimes, or found dumped bodies among the dumpsters and rats. The smells were close to death but not quite. Urine and sun roasted garbage were the aromas of the night. No night-blooming jasmine for this short … Continue reading