It wasn’t until I was in my late fifties that I knew. — I used to look over at the table to see if there was a half-empty rocks glass. She was repeating herself, ad nauseum, a sure sign that one or more gin and tonics had been consumed. The combination of Equanil and gin made…

How recognition of limited time inspired lovely anticipation. — I’m approaching my 73rd birthday with an unnatural speed. When I was a kid, even a teen, Sundays were incredibly boring. What to do, what to do … ugh! …

My Frightening Encounter with Road Rage — It was a pleasant summer evening out with friends. We’d been on a rooftop bar enjoying each other’s company, marveling at the view of downtown, and catching up on life. Driving home down Stateline Road, I was feeling fulfilled and happy. It had been a wonderful evening. I was stopped…

We have tried and failed for decades. It’s time to try a new solution. — Here in the US, several states have legalized marijuana, not just for health reasons, but also for recreational use. Kansas is not one of them, Missouri is. I live on the state line and so technically it would be simple for me to procure gummy bears. Personally, regular marijuana use…

KC got better at it, but I’m still out! —

It’s more than longevity, it’s how you feel while living! — There are two affiliate links in this story. How generous were my ancestors in handing down genes? Magnanimous! My paternal grandfather and only uncle died of heart attacks in their mid-fifties. …

I couldn’t tag y’all because I submitted to The Narrative Arc and a contest they are having. But, I wouldn’t want you to miss my story about Ms. Lena, or to think I was a slacker. My Standard Schnauzer: Rock Star, Boss Bitch, Quirkiest, Best Dog Ever! Lena was my beloved brat; I was her security blanket.medium.com Keeley Schroder / Adrienne Beaumont / Brett Jenae Tomlin / The Sturg / Vidya…

Lena was my beloved brat; I was her security blanket. — Before my girl Lena, I didn’t notice quirkiness in my dogs. Harold, my rescue German Shepherd, had some separation anxiety, but that was it. Lena, she was an entirely different story. One night as my neighbors lay sleeping in their beds, a burglar entered their home and rifled through their nightstands stealing whatever they wanted, then left…

Yep, another haiku or two. — I don’t remember having a pen pal, ever, so I thought I’d write about finding a pen pal and tips on how to be a good pen pal. After a little research, alarm bells started clanging, as loud as if I’d been standing next to the fire station when a…