My son, my daughter, my son-in-law and me occasionally played the German card game called Doppelkopf. We had been at it for two hours when, to my surprise, the doorbell rang. Amaya was standing in the doorway. She was dripping wet. Shortly before, a viole...
“Ace,” Denise said as she tossed out a card. “Ten,” I countered. I was playing War, the card game, with my friend Denise Wright on a warm summer afternoon. We had graduated high school a couple weeks before and had the summer free until university started...
In 1979, with trophy ring memories, I followed hubby to the Pacific Northwest, part of a periodic lemming rush north, propelled by and paid for, by California’s home equity. I was twenty-nine. Our modest twenty-five-year-old Mountain View home’s sale pri...
The moment that I saw itA grin lit up my face It was as ifAcross the milesI felt your warm embrace How odd and lovelyTo receiveSome mail that’s not a bill What joy it sparkedAt long day’s endTo garner such a thrill! Encased in thick cream envelopeWith thr...
A bottle of Jack Daniel’s, a deck of cards and two daringly naughty people. What could possibly happen? “Strip poker? Really? That’s what you want to play? I haven’t played in years,” I groan taking a large gulp of Jack Daniel’s straight from the bottle....
“Okay. Seven Card No-Peak. How does that go again?” I asked. “I thought you’d remember, Roberta,” said Patrick. “We’ve played this before.” “I know, but it’s been such a long while. Indulge me. Please. If I’m betting my ass on a game I’d really like to be...
