Truth is, for now at least, online is where my relationship with Juliette needed to be. It was as if…
I’m trying to stay away from this new toy. Ello, that is. Don’t I have something better to do? Truth…
I’m not sure how comfortable I feel divulging more about her personal world — where she lived, her occupation, her passion. Holding on to something private isn’t the concern. Neither is betrayal, nor some obscure notion within me that I need to protect her. Enough will be…
I get up, make coffee, let the cats out. A full moon on one end of the horizon, sun coming up on the…
Time online was very different from real time, though I can’t say how or why, precisely. But in the…
There’s a bit of the film noir private dick in me, must admit. You know, that guy in the overcoat and…
It was late, her time, but not quite 10, mine. Involuntarily, it seemed, I found the video of the ’65…