Work stinks. Home isn’t much better. Deadlines, dirty dishes, screaming boss, loud neighbors, nasty clients, empty bank account; any wonder why you’re so crabby? No help, no raise, no sympathy; what you really need is to get away. And so did author Mikey Walsh but, as you’ll see in his new memoir Gypsy Boy on [...]
The faces in the pictures look back at you with hopeful, aching eagerness. Ah, your high school annual is such a trove of memories. There you are at Senior Skip Day, making goofy faces. There’s a picture of the class black sheep, now the president of the local bank; remembrances of prom, homecoming, first kisses [...]
The neighbors sure got an eyeful last week. Then again, they always do. They don’t miss a thing when it comes to you and, no matter what it is; they always know your business. Guests, groceries, gifts; whatever comes through your door is another topic of interest for them. Just another thing to gossip about. [...]
“You can’t do that!” The last person who uttered those words in your presence was in for a big awakening. He didn’t know that those four words are like the proverbial bull-and-red-cape for you. They’re a challenge, a dare, and an ultimatum to your senses. They are a guaranteed way to make you do exactly [...]
You’ve often wished things were different. You wanted a sofa, for instance, and regret getting chairs. The college degree you achieved should’ve been something else, and you wish you’d started your career in another city, state or a whole other continent. And how would life be with a bigger family, an alternate family or no [...]
Once upon a time, your parents diapered your behind. They didn’t mind, though, because it was part of being a parent. They fed you, cleaned up after you, put clothes on your little body, toys in your bedroom and lessons in your head. They made meals, curfews and sacrifices. Someday, you may need to repay [...]
At your house, the door’s always open. You love having a big group around your table any time; in fact, the more, the merrier. Family and friends never hesitate to stop by because you’ll make room for them no matter what. They’re always welcome. They know that. The door’s always open, but it’s also closed. [...]
The lady in the picture was wearing the biggest scowl you’d ever seen. The photo was taken long ago and it made you wonder what happened that day to make her so snarly. Was there a death, lost crops, an accident, bad weather, or did the photographer make her angry? You’ll never know but you [...]
When you were born, your parents counted your fingers and toes. They lovingly stroked your baby-soft skin, checked to make sure all parts were present and accounted for, then they looked into your face and wondered what might become of you someday. They never asked for a refund because of your hair (or lack thereof). [...]
The rings are tucked safe in a box in your dresser drawer. Your finery hangs in the closet, right next to that of your beloved. You bought new shoes for the occasion, flowers are ordered, a friend is providing the party spot, it’s BYO food, and you’ve done a thorough job with informal invitations. Now [...]
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