Yes, Edward Parone owned some celebrity and great respect from many in the world of entertainment — something I never knew until much later in our friendship. But he retired from all of that. His choice of retirement venue said it all — an unremarkable old adobe casita among a few other old adobes on a large ranch in Nambe, New Mexico.
Category: Death
Respect Remains Forever
I tossed and turned so much last night, that the cat grumbled a harumph and hopped off the bed. I joined him on the living room sofa… Read more “Respect Remains Forever”
Fulfilled Dreams and Loss–A Fifty Year Memory
A landmark birthday nears and I’m not as ambivalent as with other landmark birthdays: 40, 50, and 60. Reflection is like a mirror that won’t break and… Read more “Fulfilled Dreams and Loss–A Fifty Year Memory”
If I Were Gay, Would I Be Equal To Others?
I’ve been thinking about being gay. I’ve been thinking about what if the absolute love of my life was a woman. I’ve been thinking about gay/lesbian couples… Read more “If I Were Gay, Would I Be Equal To Others?”
Rachel Carson’s Relevancy Fifty Years Later
I read Silent Spring in 1968. It changed my view of the natural world and was more than incidental in my personal growth. Carson’s plea for moderation and close observance to what and how we walk upon this earth speaks louder today than it did 50 years ago. Her opponents live on and rally against anything that smirks of environmentalism. To my point of view their arguments remain shallow and manipulated.
Remodeling Dysfunction’s Murderous Stink
I grew up in dysfunction. I smell dysfunction’s stink in an instant. As an adult, some of the dysfunction from my childhood stuck. Several tragedies later, I recognized my behavior and how my behavior hurt others. My stinky self begged for a remodel. (It remains a work in progress.)
A Murdered Man’s Ghost
Before we knew that the young man who lived behind our home was apparently murdered, weird vibes wafted through my back yard, which directly links to the… Read more “A Murdered Man’s Ghost”
Behind a Murdered Man
I wasn’t shocked when a sheriff pulled into my driveway Sunday afternoon—a magnificent Sunday afternoon colored with a blue that only the Pacific Ocean can conjure underneath… Read more “Behind a Murdered Man”
An Anniversary Card To Spouse
Serendipity introduced me to my first husband at age 17. A week after our meeting he promised that we would marry some day. I laughed out loud. … Read more “An Anniversary Card To Spouse”
What’s Your Line? Dark or White?
It was a warm September 1954 morning when Spouse boarded the bus from his suburban Los Angeles home for his first day of school. When classes finished,… Read more “What’s Your Line? Dark or White?”
The Muse Pallet 