Go. Out. Side. Waking up late today after a very full yesterday added to daylight savings time stealing an hour, I did my morning ritual in the afternoon — writing, drinking tea and checking in with the world online. My intuition kept nudging me: Get in the sunshine.  Make that the priority. Okay, okay. No…

29 characters of a short-not-sweet tweet broke his heart. Then she grinded it into the ground with detailed phrases. Always late.  Earbuds in ears, you never listen.  Forgot bday.  Crappy friends.  Not best lover. #breakup Not only did they go out to her hundreds of followers including their friends and families, but she hash-tagged it…

“Just the headlines!” Paige demanded, interrupting me with more brass than a marching band. I’d known her game through years of friendship.  As a retired broadcaster, she gets impatient with lengthy descriptions. “Okay, okay!”  I feigned defeat, waited for her reaction, then went right back to telling the same story, only faster. She tilted her…

FADE IN: INT, INTOWN RESTAURANT, NOON PHYLLIS, a thirty-something single, sits with her best friend JANEEN eating and dishing. PHYLLIS So I order a martini last night and spot this guy on the other side of the bar… JANEEN waves for the waiter, who passes them by, and PHYLLIS looks at his behind, grins and…

“Oh, have you got the crud that’s going around?” she asked a writer-friend while fearlessly hugging her. I cringed; I’d just hugged her and hadn’t noticed her having any flu symptoms.  I closely watched the interaction and told myself that she was tired, and yes, stuffy, but no, not the creeping crud.  Not submitting to…