To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

When our first son was very young, perhaps not yet two, he and I were snuggled under the covers on a cold, snowy morning. Studly Doright had left for work, so little Doright and I were catching a few precious zzzz’s.

As we basked in that delicious laziness that comes with sleeping in, little Doright asked sleepily, “Mommy, who is that man?”

I said, “What man, sweetie?”

“That one, Mommy, in the curtains.”

I saw nothing, but my heartbeat sped up just the same. Who knows who or what little Doright saw.

On another occasion I awakened from a nightmare in which Studly was chasing little Doright and me with a knife. I’d just finished reading Stephen King’s The Shining, so that dream was something of a logical consequence. However, from his crib in the room next to ours I heard little Doright crying, “Daddy, don’t hurt us! Daddy stop!”

Whoa! That was a surreal moment! Written in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt.

May I Have Award With You?

“Like A Fine Wine” Award

Dearest friends, it is with great humility that I accept the “Like a Fine Wine” award.

I realize there were many worthy candidates this year: Meryl Streep, Madonna, and Julia Roberts were fierce competition, and gracious  in their loss of this prestigious award.

But in the end, only I met all of the qualifications: 

Well aged

Full bodied

Complex and 


To my friends and family, thank you for accepting me just the way I am. 

I will forever cherish this award.

The WordPress Daily Prompt for March 9 asks “You are receiving an award–either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?”

Imitation as the Sincerest Form of Flattery

Daily Post’s daily prompt: write on any subject of your choice, but do so in the style of a blogger you admire.

I tried to follow the prompt today. Honest! In the end, though, I had to heed Sammy Davis, Jr.’s declaration:

Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I’ve gotta be me, I’ve gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am?

I want to live, not merely survive
And I won’t give up this dream of life that keeps me alive
I’ve gotta be me, I’ve gotta be me
The dream that I see makes me what I am

That far away prize, a world of success
Is waiting for me if I heed the call
I won’t settle down, won’t settle for less
As long as there’s a chance that I can have it all

I’ll do it alone, that’s how it must be
I can’t be right for somebody else if I’m not right for me
I’ve gotta be free, I’ve gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die I’ve gotta be me

I’ll do it alone, that’s how it must be
I can’t be right for somebody else if I’m not right for me
I’ve gotta be free, I’ve just gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die, I’ve gotta be me

This video has a brief ad at the beginning, but I love the setting of the Playboy Club. It’s such a “Mad Men” era clip. Pour yourself a glass of Scotch, sit back, relax, and listen to “I’ve Gotta Be Me.”

Peace, all you Cool Cats! 

PS. Note that the man Mr. Davis asks to move is none other than Bill Cosby. 

A Plot of Earth–My Take on the Daily Prompt

Mercury did not suspect,
Yet Venus knew the score,
Earth was plotting to implode
Mars tried to close the door.

Jupiter was in on it,
He hoped that Earth would blow,
But Saturn was in denial,
And Neptune was too slow

The plot of Earth, it’s sad to note,
Went off without a hitch,
And those of us who ignored her plight
Are not allowed to bitch.


Clone Wars

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars.”

Best not to clone me,
Two me’s would be too many;
Three, ridiculous.

Clone instead two men:
Harrison Ford and Tom Cruise,
Then share their cloned selves.

I get Mister Ford
You get Tom Cruise for yourself.
Or we could switch out.

I really don’t care,
After all cloning ensures
There will be plenty.

And what shall I do
With my hunky cloned Harry?
That’s too personal.

By the way, Tom Cruise
Gained mention because his name
Has two syllables.

Instead of more, like
Huey Lewis, George Clooney
And Paul McCartney.