Category Archives: Women and men
Where We Met
Whenever I find myself in The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Great Hall, I think of Bill. It’s where we went on our first date, the room that launched a romance. We were leaving after spending an hour or so talking … Continue reading
Lasting Impressions
Six hardhats holding hands creating a barrier for a group of preschoolers to insure their safety. The first whiff of spring. Audrey Hepburn refusing more cancer treatment so she could return to Somalia to complete her work there before she … Continue reading
Smug as a Bug in a Rug
I marvel at the very rich, especially the women who have done absolutely nothing to become that way, except lassoing a smart husband like a calf at a rodeo, taking them along for the ride. They preen and prance up … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…November 2
Subway…Grand Central Station…rush hour I stand on the packed platform with those going home, awaiting the express. There’s a tall, hefty hardhat next to me armed with a huge toolbox, ready to board. We’re like horses at the starting gate … Continue reading
Fats and Tats
I’ve noticed how many chubby men and women have tattoos. And I don’t just mean a rose or scull here and there either. I’m talking, arms and legs, covered, like a comic strip in bulky flight. This came to my attention … Continue reading
Most Poignant Story of the Week
I met a woman in the park with a Corgi. You don’t see many of what’s been coined the Queen’s dogs, since it’s not one of your more popular breeds. They’re so funny looking they’re cute, with their large heads … Continue reading
Shame on HU-mer
You know where I’d be without my sense of humor? In the nearest nuthouse, that’s where. Apparently my silly little Beagle piece https://athingirl.com/2018/10/ was not received well by someone, feeling it necessary to send me a personal email to tell … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…October 11th
I’m walking through the Park, east to west. There’s a sexy, young fellow shirtless, sitting on a bench in the Indian summer sun, stroking a long-haired German Shepherd. I smile and say, “Wow, that’s what I call handsome.” The man, … Continue reading
The Kavanaugh Dog and Pony Show
The Kavanaugh hearings have me going. I keep seeing that poor woman mewling her truth, whose life may never be the same because of it. She was no Cosby girl showing up with pluck and swagger. No, Christine Blasey Ford, … Continue reading