Photo Credit — Remington Write (The Author)

And still get Covid, cancer, or hit by a delivery guy on an electric bike

On a Zoom get-together recently, my dear buddy Miryam was not just miserable because she had Covid (like that’s not enough, amiright?), but also because she’d been so careful. Miryam — unlike someone who will remain nameless— didn’t go out. She had her groceries delivered and then wiped them down…

T.J. and Barb — No longer with us / Photo by George Pavlos — No longer with us

What’s yours?

Anyone who thinks junkies are lazy didn’t know T.J. and Barb. They were up at 4 am every blessed day, 24/7/365, to be first in line at the methadone clinic. This would stave off the dope sickness long enough for them to start the rounds of the easy touch doctors…

Photo Credit s— Remington Write / Not my business

Slowly learning to back TF off and stop running the show

Throughout my childhood, every Saturday was cleaning day. While it certainly would have been easier for Mom to vacuum, dust, mop, and generally straighten the place up herself she was grimly determined to teach her four daughters how to keep a clean house. It was a weekly fight with her…

Photo Credits — AleXander Hirka / Used with permission / How JJ indicated she was ready to eat

She’s gone but she’s not

Last night, I hesitated to take my sushi into the living room before coming back to the kitchen to get the soy sauce and salad. Then I remembered. No cat. For the first time in nearly twenty years, this apartment is catless and it is weird.

My partner, the guy…

Photo Credits— AleXander Hirka / Used with permission / Saying goodbye to my girl, JJ

I’m no longer the loyal subject of my household goddess

We knew the day was coming but tried to convince ourselves this wasn’t that day.

It was.

For the first time ever I didn’t have to wrestle her into the cat carrier. She wasn’t happy about it but all the fight was gone. Two deep yowls and silence.

We took…

Photo Credits — AleXander Hirka / Used with permission

Or some hawk’s BFF?

After the first hawk scared the bejesus out of my happy little flock of mourning doves I wondered — and friends suggested — that I was essentially creating a trap by putting seed out on the fire escape during the winter.

My partner urgently summoned me from the kitchen this…

Photo credit — AleXander Hirka / Some New York sidewalk / Used with permission

Writing will make you nuts before it makes you rich and famous (and no guarantees on the rich and famous part either).

Here you are, you freshly minted new, bright-eyed Writers, you! I can almost hear the gears whirring as you stretch your arms, crack the joints in your fingers, and get ready to show the rest of us how it’s done. Well, Cupcake, lay it on us. Give us your best.

What is it? What does it want? / Photos by the author

What is that odd glowing creature staring at me in the middle of the night?

Slowly regaining the surface I lay very still. Two glowing red eyes under some kind of three-pronged headgear with a sternly straight mouth. And what is that under the mouth? Or…wait. Is it a mouth? Maybe it’s a mustache. Whatever it is, the gaze is unwavering. Unsettling.

Oh, wait a…

Remington Write

Writing because I can’t not write.

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