I’m taking my daily walk or facsimile of a daily walk (too early to tell because I haven’t passed any benches yet. As soon as I step out of the building, without any encouragement on my part, my mind always begins to wander. I checked my watch in case it becomes a facsimile walk. At … More Is the Honeymoon Over?
I just left an annoyed Ed (my long-suffering husband) in the apartment. I was telling him about an article I had read but his attention was focused on the front of his cell phone. The flashlight on his phone was on while he was fiddling with something on the screen. The beam from the flashlight … More Light of my Life
I have a really good friend who is a raging heterosexual. I have never really understood his choice because he is a nice-looking man with a killer personality and he could have any man he wanted. However, I respect his right to choose whatever it is that makes him happy. He lives a very active … More Choice
Recently a woman in line ahead of me at the grocery sidled up beside me. She discretely told me my fly was open and I instinctively thanked her. This is such a common issue for me I feel no need for discretion. The woman appeared older than me and, although I don’t know her, I … More Flying Under the Radar
Last night was my first class in Stand-Up Comedy training. I expected more of a feeling of exhilaration. Instead, I felt as though it was exactly where I was supposed to be. Growing up as a kid in Oklahoma, I was trying so hard to develop into a healthy straight young man (which deep inside … More Dallas Comedy House
In my last retail job one characteristic that distinguished me from all other male employees in the store was that I wore a bow tie every day. One of the guys I worked with whom I’ll call Joe was 6’5”, in his 40s and had a sense of humor as irreverent as mine. When I … More A Tie That Binds
One of my favorite stories to tell the younger employees and customers at my retail gig was about the difficulties I encountered when I worked the late shift. It would make me a very sympathetic figure in a story that was completely fabricated. On a slow evening I would choose a small group of young … More The Home