Lonely Guy lives alone, in a small apartment crammed with outdated furniture, unwashed rugs, and stacks of old newspapers. One window overlooks a narrow street with a smoking garbage dumpster at one end and a gloomy apartment building at the other. Another window looks at a tall pine tree, and a French balcony offers a …
Lazy Sundays
For Old Boozer's wife, every day is lazy Sunday. When Old Boozer and his wife Frizzy Hair lived in France, forty years ago, Old Boozer worked odd jobs. He made a living working in a factory, delivering fresh meat, baking bread, and paving roads. He considered those his major efforts. In between, he was a …
The True Life of Mademoiselle Blonde
Word about Mademoiselle Blonde's marriage arrived late on Tuesday. It was an unseasonably warm November afternoon. Playful gusts of wind picked up dry leaves and whipped them between people's feet, eventually covering the neighborhood sidewalks with a ragged layer of yellow and orange. Big Mouth stood in front of his house all afternoon, passing the …
The House at the End of the Street
The house at the end of the street is going through mid-life crisis. Like a middle-aged human being, the house is experiencing a transformation. The house needs new windows and doors. Its façade is peeling in spots, falling down to the ground in big chunks that resemble dry cereal, mixed with wet ash. Three oversized …
The Old Man and the Sky
The old man owns a house and a piece of the sky. The house sits at the end of a dead-end street. The piece of sky hangs right above his house, at the end of a dead-end street. The old man had a wife, once, a lifetime ago. She died young, leaving behind the memory …
Three Cats
Three cats live alone on a terrace. They're the same age, from the same litter. Their mother was white, with black spots here and there, but they are yellow(ish) with streaks of black across their backs. They're more like their father, who has that Spanish, very exotic look and big-city swagger that seems a bit …
Rainy Tuesdays
On rainy Tuesdays, She walks to the neighborhood newsstand to pick up the newest romance novel.
On Aging
I'll give you a one-word summary of my philosophy on aging. It blows. That's two words. So sue me. I'm old. Not old as in the Bible, but old enough to think of the '90s as the "good ol' days." In the '90s I was in high school. And then in college. That's pretty much …
Where to go when you need to go
In the holiday spirit of giving—which I'm still clinging to, rather stubbornly—I'm going to gift you folks religiously following my blog (religiously, for how else would you follow me?) with something only fancy schmancy travel sites provide. What am I about to give you? The gift that you'll be able to use not only now, …
Ode to Joy
I like beer. I love beer. Some days, I'd like to retreat into a nice, frosty bottle of beer. But then again, some days, I do just that. So what's so great about beer? Let me answer with a counter-question: what's so great about potpourri? I could drink beer out of anything. A clean …
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