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Feb 4, 2025

A Comedy of Eros, Dating in One’s 50s

At some point, I stopped trying to count how many first dates I’d had. Was it 37? 48? The number was less important than the slow realization that I was essentially speed-dating the entire middle-aged male population of the North Bay.  It was like I had unwittingly entered an endurance...
Apr 4, 2023

AI + AR = DOA

Apr 4, 2023

Night Shift

Apr 4, 2023

Masks

Special treatment The CEO of a prominent local winery sat cross-legged before her, just a few inches off the...
Apr 4, 2023

The Cows

The bovinity of evil Sarah lay awake in bed, flipping through a collection of short stories on her tablet. She had...
Apr 4, 2023

The Reenactor

History in the faking I’ve always had a deep and abiding passion for history. That’s why I took to Civil...
Apr 4, 2023

Carpe Diem

Seized by the moment I swear to God, if I get out of this, I'm marrying that man. Maybe it's that...
Apr 4, 2023

Adulting

It’s about the journey Rebecca and I hiked Taylor Mountain again today. Summer feels like it's racing towards us like...
Apr 4, 2023

Step. Right. Up.

Yoga with an agenda “We’re here! This is the place!” Becky enthused, blue sky eyes twinkling with the assuredness of...
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