It was winter, not so long ago and I was at the beach for the weekend for a so needed retreat from the riggers of day to day work and city traffic. I had rented a room for the weekend just off the beach so I could enjoy the stormy surf that I love so
Kathy Murphy walked nervously onto the stage and peered into the dark auditorium. She briefly shaded her eyes with her hand, trying to blot out the blinding stage lights. “Pete! Pete! I thought I told you that I wanted a brunette!” Kathy heard the producer yell. “Bob! I’m telling you she’s good. Listen to her
It was getting harder and harder to keep my secret. Dog’s don’t have secrets and that was one reason I was having trouble. Even with my little performance the other night my son-of-a-bitch husband probably had wondered, just a little, if there was “something going on with me.” Maybe my attitude was lighter. Living with
School was out for summer. I couldn’t wait to get home and just bask in the sun and do as little as possible. I stripped out of my shoes and the basic white socks, enjoying the feeling of the grass and dirt on my bare soles. I still wore my plaid skirt and white blouse.