Dry, from overly air-conditioned Las Vegas casino, my eyes struggled to make sense of the slow-moving hands on the dealer’s watch. “What time is it?” I asked, swallowing whatever remnant saliva I could muster up…
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They, whoever they are, call me the “parent-charmer.” I know, it sounds silly, but it’s true. And believe me, as soon as I figure out how to monetize on this gift, I’ll be rich! Maybe…
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First night in New Orleans and I now know the true meaning of the phrase “Swamp Crotch!” Yup, it’s muggy here. It wasn’t until we landed and started talking to locals—in what sometimes sounds like…
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I have a lot of fond memories of my grandma Shirley, who’s actually my step-grandmother, but since all my actual grandparents had passed when I was little or before birth, she’s the grandmother I got…
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