Where My Tango Heart Is

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”

How Am I Supposed to Love You?

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?”