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FREEDOM

I was always obsessed with adventure. Which is exactly how I would eventually find my way to glorious Key West. But I wouldn’t figure that out for many years. When I was 19 years old and filled with desire to unearth the meaning of life, I traveled around the world for six months by myself. While this sounds brave I never intended to travel alone. It would not have occurred to me to travel through foreign lands all b
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Goodbye Kitty

It’s a fat lie, but my brother will tell you I murdered his cat.  I love cats and mercifully Key West is overrun with feral inedible chickens (protected by law from manhandling and frying pans) and cats. However, ever since a few of my own kitties met with murky ends, I refuse to own. I cannot take the heartache. Yesterday a friend, my most psychic friend, asked to stash her feline, short term. I leapt at the chance.
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One Night In Bangkok

I stayed only one night at the brothel in Bangkok. For a white girl traveling alone the safest place is a brothel. Sure it’s full of ‘Business’ men with paunches and sunburned noses, and desires. But they were hunting for the exotica and thus I remained invisible. This is all a long time ago when I was still searching for the meaning of Life. It was late when I stopped in at what looked like a hotel. The front room w
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Teenage Wasteland

Town is soaked from waves of soused high schoolers come to celebrate their no doubt richly earned Spring Break. Near nakedness is normal here at the end of the world, but unlike Fantasy Fest most of the flesh currently on view is as Nature intended, before the inevitable wreckage. By night the kids fill the bars for bouts of competitive drinking. But by day, instead of requiring twelve hours of sleep in a darkened so
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Not About Nightingales

I love drama, in the theater that is. I love that moment as the lights glide to dark signaling a change of reality. A pal tipped me off to something at The Red Barn Theater. A play with a crazy name by a friend of a friend. VANYA and SONIA and MASHA and SPIKE, by Christopher Durang. Anywhere but Key West that wouldn’t inspire me to leave the house. But off I went and bought my ticket and slid into a cushy seat in the
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Snow Joke

A thousand years ago I had a job at Viacom at the heart of Manhattan. Mercifully, I had lucked out in the accommodations department. I was living rent free in a friend’s empty penthouse. My rich friends always had more homes than they could inhabit and I made a habit of filling in off season. My life was always full of these apparent contradictions, of superb wealth dangling just out of permanent reach. Every morning
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Penetrations

“Do you think women feel humiliated by the act of penetration?” ~ This was all long ago in NYC. My friend Jill called to say her Boss wanted to interview me for his ‘book’. “No way!” I said. I already knew about this book as Jill had been whining about it for months. “Please!” Jill mewled and whined until I buckled. Unenthusiastically I dragged off to a glass tower overlooking the Hudson River, to a spare affair on a
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Baby Rachel

Regarding Rachel, I have to consider my readers comments. You make good points. Why did I always feel so tolerant and understanding toward Rachel, no matter her appalling sometimes criminal behavior. Perhaps I thought of her as an obscenely naughty sister who one would always cherish, despite a certain exasperation. When Rachel and her twin brother were infants their biological mother dropped the defenseless duo at a
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More Than A Bit Naughty

Just a quick note to explain why I dropped Rachel all those years ago. I was recently moved into a new domicile, somewhere in Chelsea on Tenth Avenue, and my naughtiest friend was coming to visit me. “I have a housewarming gift for you,” she said, and I fell for it. Because we were acquainted already for a decade I knew better than to leave anything tempting out in view. As she made her way over I rushed around tucki
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