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”