Scattered Remembrance

It’s funny how the mind works.  W tells me, “If there aren’t any pictures, it didn’t happen.”  Maybe that’s true.  Or maybe not.  I have my word pictures, and sometimes they serve me just fine.  Tonight I am sitting in my front room, watching the snow out my window and…

Afternoon Surprise

Sunday I went to his house in the afternoon while my son was with friends.  I didn’t really have any expectations for the afternoon except to fill out some paperwork for a local event we are attending.  When we had finished that, however, he stood up and asked me how…

Cherries Jubilee

Tooling around on the blogosphere, finding new people to read, new fun to have, new ideas to get my own flowing (to speak nothing of getting my juices flowing), I ran across this blog: Pop My Cherry written by one Domina Doll, “sex advocate, sex-radical feminist, retail slut & smut…