Bobbie Rants

That’s a relief. I no longer have to worry about growing old. It has been difficult getting here but by the grace of three...

Bobbie Rants: Rhythm Bottom

Attending a recital at Idyllwild Arts, we entered Stephens Hall and found only one unoccupied seat. Gary offered it to me. And then he spotted a kettle drum pushed against the wall. It was draped in green vinyl and looked more like a round table than a musical instrument.

Bobbie Rants

By Bobbie Glasheen From our back porch I shout into the pines and the bare, black branches of the oaks. “Give that back, doggone! That...

Bobbie Rants

By Bobbie Glasheen From our lovely porch on Cedar Street, I can sit forever and watch the birds change color and fall from the trees....

Bobbie Rants

Today I stood at the foot of the driveway and looked at my home. I admired it, turned my head a bit and admired...

Bobbie Rants

I read recently that death is the number 1 killer in the world. Interesting, that. Then why must I listen to endless harangues pointing to...

Bobbie Rants: Love/hate

By Bobbie Glasheen Believe it or not, I do have a good friend in Idyllwild. Occasionally, we engage in violent struggles of will. Then we...

Bobbie Rants: January 12, 2017

Gen turned to Madge over lunch and said, “Madge, you look beautiful. I love the color of your hair.” Madge, in fact, looked dreadful....

Bobbie Rants: November 17, 2016

I don’t rightly know what this has to do with anything. But for me it has to do with everything. He dragged his grip up...

Bobbie Rants: October 13, 2016

By Bobbie Glasheen Today’s mail lies scattered on the table before me. No, I do not want to contribute to the Annual Fund to Save...
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