Christmas sucks. I loved Christmas as a kid. I was conditioned to hate it.   Angry men. Possessive men.   Tantrums with blown out candles and spit on my car. Joy only with permission. I don’t want to remember the past.   Not at this…

“Two, please” he had uttered the phrase countless times in so many places around town squiring so many different women money never a problem success, women followed him all his life joined him in misadventures big, bigger – even bigger a big tipper, gregarious everyone…

I have known women who could be classified as animals; tigers, panthers, mama bears. Fortunately I never dated a snake and avoided most of the cougars.   Most. There were others who were cat-like, reflexively, flexibly, stealthy. Fiesty. Or exotic creatures.   As a younger…