Memories from the Griddle

Domestic violence.  Infidelity.  Sexually transmitted diseases. Transexual hookers.  Substance abuse. Every other weekend. Exploitation.  Financial ruin. Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal.  Broken trust.  Broken homes.  Broken dreams.  These are the ingredients of my Monday through Friday and they often spill into Saturday and Sunday. On Saturday I got up early and made buttermilk pancakes and organic bacon…

Rites of Passage: My New Driver

My daughter, Ariel,  got her driver’s license yesterday.  It was a momentous occasion. I am not sure if it was a greater rite of passage for her or for me.  She is busy applying for jobs and trying to back me into a  new schedule in which I will be permitted only limited use of…