The dress is mine It’s red, more like maroonwith sequin spaghetti strapssomewhat form fitting, aninch up the knee, lace, tulleand blinged. “Kind of risquefor an old broad,” Rick laughs. Bought as a bargain, but notin the basement. Ten percentoff, then … Continue reading →

Frog kiss, number 9 Leaving Manhattan, we hoppedon the ‘7’ as the moon reappearedthrough the autumn of branches. Ensconced in the smoke and thesteam, your mid shelf cologneand acoustics of wheel clanking screeches through the twilightof tunnels, we rode the … Continue reading →