Blood-Red and Gingham Green
Some say that memory is rose-tinted, hindsight being not only twenty-twenty but also casting a glow over the reality so as to leave everything looking — from the present backward… Read more »
Category: Reminiscences: Musings in Memoir
Reminiscences: Musings in Memoir — Prompt #2
PROMPT #2 — GREEN It’s not easy being green. Kermit the Frog . Green: It’s the color of envy, of grass, of spring leaves, and of emeralds. Vegetables can be… Read more »
Clotheslined
In the sad excuse for ‘sport’ that is the WWE, a clothesline is a move by which one opponent cross-arms the other over the neck, thereby knocking them down. I… Read more »
Reminiscences: Musings in Memoir — Prompt #1
PROMPT #1 — WIND There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas* that come down through the mountain passes and curl… Read more »