My diabetic, cynical father’s joke-telling seems to be limited to two subjects: His Stomach: “That was a good Triple Decker Mile-High Pile-High sandwich, but I wish there was more (chortle chortle!)” His Wallet: “Oh, if you want to give me too much change, that’s okay by me (har har!)” His attempts at humor make for […]
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Of Grandmas and Chocolate
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth. So my palate wasn’t exactly…evolved. When I was a kid I hated German chocolate cake. Actually, I didn’t like chocolate at all, but add that funky coconut or whatever it was that made a cake German chocolate and…..BLEH! My favorite cake was yellow cake with […]
And Boy, Are My Arms Tired. No, really.
Ever since I began dating this dude who had the audacity to live four hundred miles away from me, I have been traveling back and forth between Sacramento and Los Angeles. That started sometime in 1998. I have been ignoring listening to phrases like “seatbacks”, “tray tables” and “upright position” on a more-or-less weekly basis […]
When Food Gets in the Way
My stepbrother was chowing down with my father today at some barbeque place in Sacramento (Texas Barbeque or some such place) when he heard my father making a weird constricting ‘whee’ noise. Brother G looked up to see my father’s eyes filled with fear. “Are you okay?” asked Brother G. My father shook his head […]
