With Wild Goose Mama On The Fly— Ya know life is a series of saying yes or no to choices. It’s that simple. Answering with a maybe is merely pressing the pause button while you think or do the hokey pokey and bow to the East in hopes the question evaporates—poof–gone. Are you raising your eyebrows yet, rolling your eyes… [read more]
Wild Goose on the Fly—Wine & The Night
Wild Goose on the Fly, where fact and fiction weave together to form a whole. It is one of those nights too warm to sleep. After pouring a glass of wine, I open the slider door and settle into the comfortable contours of a deck chair. A sliver of moon gleams against the black sky. The sweet… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—Picnic Baskets Galore #1
The Best Basket is a Packed Picnic Basket! I’m starting a new series revolving around picnic baskets. Spring is almost here—-and blink your eyes once and click your heels twice and it’s Summer!!! Some of us are experiencing an early spring and some of us are experiencing a late winter, but who says all picnics… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly
I’m spending some time with one of my long time friends. I like being around him. He is sooooo happy. He walks his talk and practices his basic philosophies of life. Walk on the Sunny Side of the Street! I Choose Happiness! Smile and the Whole World Smiles with You.! Life is Good! He finds broad expanses… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-The Highest Bidder Part 6
The bartender handed Ellis her drink. “Fantastic. It looks like an elegant pink slushy.” She took a sip. “Heavenly. I can hear the angels playing their harps.” As Ellis turned to leave, she glanced over to her nemesis. He and the woman in grey satin were whispering furiously. Ellis threaded through the crowd back to the table. On the table were… [read more]
Happy Valentine’s Day
Wild Goose On The Fly—-The Highest Bidder Part 5
There was a small crowd of men in tuxedos in front of the open bar, where three bartenders were mixing and pouring drinks with high flying showmanship and zany banter. Most of the men served were carrying two drinks back to their tables. Ellis sighed. Maybe I should buy myself a slave man. At least for one night I would have a male doing… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-The Highest Bidder Part 4
Ellis speared the last bite of chicken on her plate, lavishly coating it in a puddle of sauce before eating it. “Okay Renie, you win one point for this evening, but only one mind you. Don’t get cocky on me. The food has been extraordinary for a banquet function.” Renie raised one eyebrow. “At five hundred dollars a plate,… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—-The Highest Bidder Part 3
“Renie, the only way I would wear a skirt this short is if I wore my bicycle shorts under it. Which I may add wouldn’t work, because this skirt is shorter than my shorts,” said Ellis tugging on the bottom edge of a hot purple mini skirt. “Ellis you have great legs. Let somebody see them.”… [read more]
Wild Goose On The Fly—Highest Bidder Part 2
When Tate opened the door of the Bengal Tiger Indian restaurant, wafts of turmeric and coriander delighted his senses. He spied his mother sitting in one of the booths squinting at the menu. Tate slid into the booth and said, ” Okay what’s up?” “What kind of a greeting is that? Can’t a mother merely desire… [read more]