Year: 2018


  • When I entered my fuck-it 50’s, I began to evaluate everything thing I did based on the time it took to do and if it was truly a benefit to me. If it didn’t get me a job, get me laid, or get me more sleep, it was on the review list. Coloring my hair…

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  • Never Forget… Again

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    Yesterday was my first time in an office since 9/11. I thought I could handle it given the amount of time elapsed. I spent a lot of time taking calls outside and pacing. The truth is, I prefer to be at home with the TV volume on low as names of the dead are recited….

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  • In comes another

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    I thought I could last a while without getting another dog, but the older I get the more I know dogs are the best companions. And much more fun than dating.  When I was cruising Petfinder a little too frequently, I knew it was time. I wanted a senior dog, big was OK, but it…

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  • Goodbye loyal friend

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    You filled the void that was left by Tex – my first big dog adoption during the California housing crisis. Your rescue led to a Facebook contest to rename you (WTF Carla?) and Aunt Holli won with “Dixie” – naming you after a region like Tex with a play on the letter X. You helped…

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  • Of all the gin joints

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    On average, there are about 15-18 available guys for me in Richmond on just about any dating site. My simple criteria is 47-57, within 25 miles, bachelor’s degree, and divorced with grown kids. Those numbers go up a little on Tinder primarily due to the truckers on I-95 and the pilots at the airport. So,…

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