Mother was a terrible cook. I mean really terrible. Our standard family dinners usually began sometime in the afternoon when she would call out to me, “Run to the store and get a pound of Ground Round and some Head Lettuce, aka:Iceberg Lettuce.” A typical weekly menu would look something like this: Monday: Hamburger Patty with Bun… Continue reading A Pound of Ground Round
Category: Wild Jane
Time period from birth to age 28 or so.
Crushed
He really wasn’t much to look at, but he was funny and smart and shy and he sang off key and he was her First Love. She was thirteen; he was nineteen – not exactly a match since she wasn’t allowed to date yet. But her dad relented when First Love came to him directly… Continue reading Crushed
Thieves, Liars, Drunks, and Murderers
“I think you might owe me some money,” Fagen, the cook suggested. She knew she didn’t owe him anything. Her payroll came first. Before anything else. Before her own house payment. She took care of her people, her employees. Her Kikuyu… Secretly she imagined herself as Isaak Dinesen in Out of Africa. The coffee plantation… Continue reading Thieves, Liars, Drunks, and Murderers
Alice’s
It was a mistake to think that fag hags don’t get laid… they get plenty! Kristie got a job at the local gay bar where she was able to combine drinking, dancing, and seducing some of the more desirable straight guys on the down low – bisexuals who wandered in… Kristie had some of her… Continue reading Alice’s
The Hard Horse
I have ridden the hard horse. The one who bucks and kicks, The one who bites and thrashes, The one who cannot be gentled. I have loved the hard horse. The one who balks at the saddle, The one who chomps at the bit, The one who throws me off time and again… And just… Continue reading The Hard Horse