Cigarette smoke overwhelmed me as soon I as pushed open the smudged glass door, noxious fumes mingling with a pungent undertone of stale beer. I have come to associate that thick odor with the VFW in Lee’s Summit Missouri and the Thursday nights I spent there with my dad. ....more
Every year I indulge in a secret relationship. This year, it’s with a sculptor. Brian was irresistible. Sandy blond hair, an old grey tee shirt, comfortable looking jeans, the guy had the look of an artist who was successful in his work and comfortable in his skin. A nice catch....more
Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.