Honey Mathers

Honey Mathers was a large breasted, well-rounded, middle aged Southern woman who lived next door  to me when I was a young girl.  She lived with her invalid husband (re: drunk and medicated) and her two biker mechanic sons.  Honey’s sons were basically faceless mutes dressed in greasy clothes, long hair, beards… always stuck in… Continue reading Honey Mathers

The Dildo

They had a lovely traditional English roast beef with Yorkshire pudding in formal setting at the old English farm house situated in the small agricultural town of  Scoulton north of London.  They were surrounded by sugar beet fields.  The farm house was owned by a popular writer and bon vivant who entertained artsy people nearly… Continue reading The Dildo

40 Stairs

Forty stairs down and forty stairs up carrying a book bag, an insulated lunch bag, a purse, a gym bag, and a thermos of strong, hot, black coffee.  Down and up carrying enough packs to look like a Sherpa climbing Mount Everest.  It’s getting to be too much for her. She has become more of… Continue reading 40 Stairs