by lyrosen | Sep 27, 2020 | Musings
… a time when a business credit card issued to a professional woman would be rejected at most restaurants? (How could a woman legitimately have a credit card in her own name?) … a time when a professional woman meeting a client for a working lunch would be escorted...
by lyrosen | Sep 26, 2020 | Musings
We always treated him with great respect, even though we harbored varying degrees of affection. After all, we named him Mr. Turtle. Mr. Turtle lived in a substantial glass bowl containing water, a jagged rock to climb, and a couple of plastic fish for companionship...
by lyrosen | Sep 25, 2020 | Musings
Many years ago, on a surprisingly sunny day in late fall, in a medium-sized university town in upstate New York, well before streets gave way to highways that accompany urbanization, I drove home from my office enjoying the twinkling lights peeking through the...
by truecreative | Sep 23, 2020 | Musings
Some memories disappear with time, others are distorted by time, and others remain imbedded in our mind in their original form, appearing at their own whim. That’s how my memory of the pickle man first functioned. With no directive on my part, it appeared and...
by truecreative | Sep 23, 2020 | Musings
The day was a bleary grey. The snowflakes were beginning to disappear into the darkness of evening when the street lights slowly appeared and shed a dim yellow hue about the scene as their beams descended onto the streets and joined in with the detritus of the day to...
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