Tawanna

Gender In Transition

Bought some blueberries this morning from a farmers’ market. Fellow who took my money smiled all nice and cheerful–“Can I help you, sir?” Of course by the time the “sir” is coming out of his mouth, he notices that I mignt not be a sir. Without missing a beat: “Can I help you, ma’am?” EmphasisContinue reading “Gender In Transition”

Flavor Of Love

Flavor of Love begs the question–what flavor is flavor flav? Old stale, bitter coffee that’s been filtered through the sock of an elderly chain-smoking waitress from a filthy Jersey diner? Better yet–who is going to want to be with a woman who been kissed, rubbed on, etc by Flav? Flav looks like he’d leave aContinue reading “Flavor Of Love”

A Murder In Boca

The cracked peephole was my first clue that something was terribly wrong. The door was forced open, so I took the .22 out of my holster and then did my best NYPD impersonation. Turns out I was too late. The room was a mess–and so was the body. Of course “they” didn’t find what theyContinue reading “A Murder In Boca”