Nanny for Granny

Since 2006, my go-to headline for my classified ad for PCAs has been Nanny for Granny. It’s catchy, it’s fun, it rhymes.

These days I can rhyme anytime, but I’m no longer fun. I can only be clever in print, but in person I’ve lost my censor, and I’m told I’m no longer even nice. Ask my PCAs, like sweet, lovable Angelic Franklin who told me “You are in pain every day, Cale. It’s just a hard job.”  Continue reading “Nanny for Granny”

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Romance shorts

Romance Blues

            I joined Community Boating on Boston’s Charles River for two reasons:   to hone my sailing skills and to meet some men.  I was advised on the technique of landing a guy:  As a woman you are the lure. You have to think about what you want–so you recognize him when he comes along to catch you. 

            I first thought in broad categories:  intelligent, sensitive, funny, attractive, free- spirited, evolved.  The only particular I wanted was a sailor to share my passion.  I found, though, I could be very particular about what I didn’t want.  No boozers, no smokers and no one who owned cats since, because of my allergies, we’d never be able to get close without my sneezing and wheezing all night.

            By the end of that summer I hadn’t found anyone who seemed available, so I took a look over some of the guys I’d overlooked. 

            It was fall; we were in the Barnegut at sunset, about four of us, one of whom I’d seen often at the club.  He was short and balding, but up close I could see how attractive he really was–blue eyes, nice smile.  When I learned he was a researcher at Mass General Hospital I knew he was intelligent.  Now, here’s a prospect, I observed.

            I was lost in this reverie watching him handle the jib, when as we reached to shore, he mused his own daydream and was hit with the need to express his thoughts. Pulling out a package of cigarettes, then lighting one, he inhaled and before exhaling he remarked to no one in particular, “God, my cats would love this.”

Ron is Gone

 Obituary: Ronnie Lincoln

December 17, 2009
Ron Lincoln’s mom called to tell me she only just found today his address book with my number in it. He died last March. He was put on high blood pressure pills, an abnormally high amount of them that were responsible for/caused his death. The doc at University Hospital who admitted him with what ended in organ failures indicated that had they discovered his improper dosing and wrong prescription about a year earlier, they could have reversed his death.  Continue reading “Ron is Gone”

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Howlings: Wild Women of the West and Have Crutch Will Travel, The Adventures of a Modern Day Calamity Jane are published by Tell Tale Publishing. If you are looking for press materials, radio interview, bios, photo gallery and schedule of readings for Have Crutch Will Travel, just click on the link on the left. To buy it, you can click on Amazon’s badge on the right, or you can order through Cale’s email, caleski@howlings.com for an autographed and/or inscribed copy.

Shadow of My former Self begins with “Prelude:  Miss American Pie,” which posted in October.