I Dream of Bottles

“When I was a little girl, I was flipping through the television and discovered that old show ‘I Dream of Jeanie’. Have you seen it?” “Yeah, sure. Hot blonde in the genie costume.” “Of course. A hot blonde dressed like a belly dancer, very risqué for the era,” she laughed. “She would nod her head... Continue Reading →

The Loneliness of Being Misunderstood

  Penny lay stretched out on her belly on my bed, propped up on her elbows with her feet crossed at the ankle. Her feet swayed back and forth as she perused my father’s CD collection for the hundredth time. She studied the inserts that came with the CD's while I studied her instead of... Continue Reading →

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