Life in the Boomer Lane. Musings of a former hula hoop champion. Older Men, Younger Women Update. I found out about a month ago that a woman, J, who, throughout most of high school and college, was my best friend, was on Hospice care in a nursing home outside of Philadelphia. She was in the final stages of emphysema.

Is it Just Me or Are You Crazy? Look at me, said Birdie. Gerald turned and stared at her. What am I looking for? Do I have a neon sign hovering above me that says, Lunatics, welcome? Birdie pointed toward her head. Not that I can see.

Just thinking about what the Shepherd said.

This is a one-sentence-story, or as a group of my writing friends like to say, One and Done. A one-sentence-story is one sentence that not only paints a vivid picture of what is happening right now, it gives a HINT of what came before and a HINT of what may come after. All stories are supposed to have a beginning, middle, and end. A-one-sentence story incorporates all three components in just one sentence. This entry was posted in One and Done.

Sun Grins and Patent Leather Shoes. Once upon a time, when Grammy was a little girl, before she ever was a Grammy, and everyone still called her Paula Jean, she lived in a little yellow house with her mama and daddy. Once upon a time before Grammy was a G.