But we bridged the gap anyway — Today’s My Person’s birthday. And I’d like to gift Moker with a tale of telling the truth and trying to act one’s age, on occasion. When we met a zillion years ago, Moker and I recognized there might be more than one divide between us. He sported reasonably short hair…

Thanksgiving came up short on one account — Seen: A quite gloomy Moker at the end of Turkey Day Weekend. Heard: Apple pie is his favorite. I picked up pies last week, making sure he got a slice as soon as I got home, while the goods were fresh from the oven — an Apple Pie Aficionado’s dream-come-true. …

I’ve screened Schitt’s Creek Thrice; another binge might be in order — In the Age of Streaming, how many Moods of David Rose and the other residents of Schitt’s Creek would it take to help me feel normal again? I’ve been in San Diego for the past few weeks, looking at the world through Grace and Frankie’s eyes for the third time…

Writing Prompt #20: Long gone, never forgotten, always loved — I never dealt with the end of our friendship. Others reached out to me, knowing I hurt beyond measure, but I found a way to compartmentalize, shoving anything that cut me down deep underneath everything else that was going on. Karen left us on the eve of my college graduation…

Grandson soars above expectations on first plane ride — He flew high above the clouds, oblivious to the fact that he’d even left the ground. His Mama fidgeted, cognizant of any squeak or untoward shriek of joy that might disturb the others seated around them. His GMa — that’s me! — patiently (if I do say so myself) played…

My kitty cat prefers to sleep with the Beatles — Seen: My cat Cleo is well-tuned to a very special place. Heard: Some of the “catty” among us — is there such a word as “felineophile”?— say kitties gravitate to the warmest place. …