The Old Catalyst

Down the coast at the Old Catalyst, Kristie walked into the bar and ordered a beer. “Can I see your ID?” the bartender asked.  She pulled out her passport and offered it to him as proof that she was in fact twenty-two. “I need to see a California Drivers’ License,” the bartender insisted. “I’ve been… Continue reading The Old Catalyst

She Is a Singer

She was born a singer.   At the age of three she could scat sing with the puppets on the small black and white television. “Ragg mopp, scooby dooby dooby…Ragg Mopp!” She had voice lessons from the age of eleven.   The first of several teachers taught her do-re-me’s and  me-mae-me-mah-mo-moo’s. Lalalalalalala up a half… Continue reading She Is a Singer