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 the stairs, we called them grips in the ’40s, and I, his daughter, followed close behind. He was returning home after several weeks in Havana, and I was so happy…
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 the Cockroach. The Kangaroo Rat, yes. Not the cockroach. What a pile of useless missives. But wait. This envelope has a different look. And smell. The postcard from the Dachshund…
By Bobbie Glasheen I find myself in a difficult relationship and need to call Saul about beginning divorce proceedings. It’s my vacuum cleaner. We suffer irreconcilable differences, this machine being bigger, more powerful and decidedly more intelligent than I. There is a precipitous drop up at the end of Howland Drive and I might just…
By Bobbie Glasheen I would like a challenge match with, let me see … Jack Nicholson. Hulk Hogan. I’ll bet my bad moods can beat their bad moods. I challenge the entire Dachshund world as to who can claim the shortest legs in the world. Proportionately, of course. I would win hands and legs down….
By Bobbie Glasheen I was asked to write an ethical will to leave with my descendants; to record the values that are important to me. Doggone ponderous topic. If one plans to live forever, what matters an “ethical will” or any other will and testament, come to think of it. The forest is moist and…
By Bobbie Glasheen Rummaging in a drawer for stray M&Ms, I come across an envelope, splotched and stained with what I hope is coffee. Aha! It is addressed to me. Carefully, even reverently, I draw the invitation from the envelope. The card stock is feathery and all but falls apart in my hands. This could…
Reading from the Book of Common Prayer, I came across the word “riff.” I wondered, did they mean to write ripp or riff-raff? I did not know what riffing meant, although I suspected it had to do with knitting. I will ask Becky. My mother comes to mind as she riffs open a seam so…
By Bobbie Glasheen Several years ago, I watched Johnny Depp interviewed by James Lipton on “Inside the Actor’s Studio.” My love was put to the test. I loved Johnny Depp and would have gone away with him in a twinkle. But I realized as I watched that I would have to deal with his hair…
The following is but a demonstration of the wealth there is in our being Irish. My older sister insists that the wonderful thing about the Irish is they are always fey, or a bit off the ground. While getting drunk and shooting at each other seem also to be part of our heritage, my sister…
