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I fell on Mel. It’s not a new Dr Seuss book (although…). I tripped and (literally) fell… On Mel. We were hiking in the Rockies. Colorado Rocky Mountain High. In altitude only. Didn’t drink until later. Yet somehow I tripped on a rock. Didn’t break my phone, or a bone. Because [...]
I pack too much crap. And most of it’s black. I can overstuff a duffel. But for Our Big Fat (30th) Greek Anniversary. Mr G and I check bags. And… they got lost. The agent didn’t tag them. So they went to the island of Misfit Toys (unnecessary ELF reference). But, the (big, fat) [...]
The loo in the queue was warm. And dry. Outside the loo…12 thousand stood in the queue. In the (as the Brit’s say) pissing rain. It’s a Wimbledon tradition. If you don’t want to buy a ticket, you wait in line for a Grounds Pass. Tickets can be 8 thousand dollars, a Grounds Pass [...]
Not drinking. Unless you count tea. Not eating Unless you count vegetables. 7-eleven is my favorite restaurant. So, if I can do a 10 day raw food cleanse… Anyone can. Plus it’s Dry January. My only joy is coffee. Coffee isn’t raw. But I’m only human. I survive Dry January by avoiding humans. A year [...]
10 years ago I lost a job. And gained a daughter. I skipped the 9 months pregnant part. I picked her up at the airport. She was tiny. But she was 11 years old. Sandra came here, alone, from El Salvador. A charity [...]
Posing wistfully. An elderly gent, a proper Irishman, asked if I was a bridesmaid. Note to reader (if I have any, I don’t want to be presumptuous) I’ll use words like proper, grand and fuckin’ to sound more Irish. He probably asked because I was posing, wistfully looking through a [...]
Just in case you doubted me about the name of the store. Panarea. There are 900 churches in Rome. One has the finger of Doubting Thomas. A 2000 year old finger. And I thought I needed a manicure. Each church has a relic (i.e. a body part) from a saint. [...]
“Orange or prune juice?” “Orange”. That was my last conversation with Mom. Nobody picks prune. But her hospice nurse suggested it. My sister had a better last conversation. She asked Mom if she still wanted to be here. Hospice told us…let her know it‘s ok to go. But my sister asked… “Do you [...]
I didn’t want a dog. I got up at 4am & didn’t want to get up before 4 to walk a dog. We already had a cat & two lizards (therefore worms & crickets, but they weren’t exactly pets). Then our Vet had a litter of pups. They were two days [...]
We were friends. Until we weren’t. She was a redhead when we met. I was a redhead too, for awhile. We met at an audition. Neither of us got the job. Who knew we’d spend the next 20 years working together. We were 2 of a morning TV throuple. Of course she [...]
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