The Happily To Ever After

It took me fifty one years to really¬†get¬†Jane Austen. The girl could write the snow off the top of Mt Kilimanjaro with the kind of fiery passion that a thousand year love affair couldn't match. Her demurely driven portrayal of female equanimity belied the wicked apple martini that a sensuous purr can serve up, after… Continue reading The Happily To Ever After

The lies of a fine place worth fighting for

I remember going to my kid's elementary school a few days after the September 11th attacks. I had asked my daughter's teacher if I could come in to help out and she informed me that there was a schedule for such things. Still, she took mercy on me because she knew about the stir I… Continue reading The lies of a fine place worth fighting for