Fine with the nuts
It began as an innocent, open question by a Facebook ‘friend:’
“Name three unprocessed foods you ate today.”
It began as an innocent, open question by a Facebook ‘friend:’
“Name three unprocessed foods you ate today.”
Remember when women of a certain age were dismissed by the color blue?
“Good luck with this audience,” remarked an exasperated comic who was opening a show for me in Tahoe, years ago, “It’s just a sea of ‘blue-hairs’ out there.”
You know, folks, there’s an awful lot wrong with the world.
Every gal can use a compliment now and then to raise her spirits, to give her that “just got a haircut and, oh, I feel so much better,” feeling that automatically results in squared shoulders, a lighter step, and a lifted chin.
Ooo, baby, I was on the receiving end of not just one, but three- all in the same week!
I had quite forgotten that my former longtime manager, now retired from the entertainment industry, had sent me an email that she was cleaning out her office and would be sending me a box “filled with goodies.” So as I was leading my young horse, Forrest, up the driveway, we both spooked at the enormous cardboard box, covered in fluttering, clea
Live in the South long enough, and you will hear the phrase that is, and always has been, more effective than any device to extract information from its hapless victim–usually a man.
You know what they say,” pretty much any southerner will tell you during the winter, “If you hear thunder, then you’ll have snow within seb’n days.”
“Seb’n?” I echoed the elderly gent, this past Wednesday, who has sold us produce for years, although without a Lucky Strike wedged in the corner of my mouth.
Every few weeks I give a riding lesson to a student who resides in...
(Wait for it)
Papua New Guinea!
Looking to all the world as if he is sporting the world’s worst bikini wax, my young ex-race horse, Forrest, having just received an ultrasound where a layman might consider to be his thigh and the top of his bum, has been given a diagnosis of a mild stifle injury, requiring a lay-up of six months and very careful rehab.
When you sleep with an old dog...
...Now listen, if you’re going to think like that, I’m going to turn this column around and drive straight home, do you hear me?
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