Prelude to Major Messing
The adventure begins at midnight. If I wasn’t so worried about the kids driving through the night, it would begin as soon as the last...
Random Acts of Intimacy
I know some of you read that title and immediately assumed that this post was about spontaneous sex. I even know who some of you are who...
Strawberry Messing
Plant City is Florida’s big strawberry area. One of these days I’ll take the girls there for the festival they hold. “Always go to the...
The Book That Starts It All
While writing a guest post for Between the Lines, a great blog by writer Sherry Rentschler, aka @poetphoenix on Twitter, I was looking...
It's Not Fair
I feel sorry for the youngest child in any family. Oh, don’t get me wrong. There are perks to being the baby in the family, especially...
I'll Have a Cup
I’m not sure whether it was a wedding gift or we had bought it, but we had one. A white 12-cup Mr. Coffee. I pulled it out of the box,...
Television Is Not a Social Event
The girls hate watching television with me. I think it has something to do with the fact that I actually want to watch the show that’s...
Mardi Gras Messing
Downtown Cocoa, or Cocoa Village as it’s more commonly called, celebrates a few events each year where they block off a few blocks by the...
Mardi Gras Take Two
“Just give it one more shot,” Laurie had said. “I promise you’ll enjoy the Mardi Gras parade in Mobile.” Char and I had already...
Throw Me Somethin', Mista!
At the age of 46 - which came as a surprise to me last week, because I honestly thought I was only 45 - I have seen and participated in...
