“I thought you were Jewish,” he said as I envisioned biting into the ears, the only solid section of the bunny. Well, maybe the tail, but I would find that out later. Right now I was going for the sure thing. I’ve been cooped up for … Continue reading
This phrase struck a chord when my friend, and previous office-mate at Monterey Bay Properties, Barbara, said it at a girls’ luncheon; a mini going away party held at Café Cruz in Capitola, just before my final trip of the move to Costa Rica. Mind you, when I say “girls”, it is a term of endearment. … Continue reading
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