A Man After Midnight

Aqua aerobics.  The teacher is bouncing up and down outside the pool, a slip of a thing.  Music is blaring in the echoey space.  Around me, other women.  Mostly in their sixties, seventies, eighties, and (like me) rather large.   Continue reading A Man After Midnight


At Least He’s a Man

In the wake of all the chatter, horror, outrage and ridicule concerning the recent US election, my mother’s remark hit me like a sledgehammer. Continue reading At Least He’s a Man