I wait in the clearing for them to join me. It is my celebration, after all. The sun is shining, bathing the lea in a warm glow. There is an entire meadow of soft greenery for us to dig our toes into. Nothing sharp, nothing dangerous, nothing to mar our time together. There is just …
Remember junior high school? Ditto jeans, big combs in our back pockets to comb our Farrah hair, disco music on 8-track tapes? Today we call junior high “middle school,” but no matter the words we use, this particular stage of American life remains a giant petri dish for Lord of the Flies. Does anyone come through …
“Find out,” I told my friend, Don, “find out what you can about that guy with the blue eyes.” Don was the teacher of my Improvisational Comedy class. In addition, he was my contract employee, since I had hired him to teach the class for the adult learning network I ran in the mid 1990s. …
I first published this recipe back in my early days of blogging when my mom was practically the only one who read my posts. I’m re-running it now because the recipe came from my mom, so its first iteration was kind of pointless. Now maybe one or two others on Midlife Boulevard will be able …
