The physical heart is to the left of center. The spiritual heart is to the right. My tango heart is, bewilderingly, in Philadelphia.
The first weekend of December I flew to Philly for Lesley’s memorial service. Got there late Friday afternoon back home Sunday evening. Continue reading “Where My Tango Heart Is”
From what I understand about these things, I am supposed to love you.
To be fair, you are at times delightful. You are pretty. Not beautiful, but you’ve got a lot going for you and you maintain it well. You are pleasant to hold. Continue reading “How Am I Supposed to Love You?”
The view from the Children’s, 3rd floor
The entry for “wan” in the New Oxford American Dictionary is followed by Continue reading “Wan, Wanamaker, the Organ”
Love letters understated 