In the 70s I had a blingish t-shirt that I just adored. It was black cotton with short sleeves. There was a Stutz Bearcat logo of sorts emblazoned in all its silk screened glory on the front. I don’t think I was even licensed to drive at the time. Google was no more than an abstract number and would remain …
A Vampire in Vegas: Part IV “Keeping Things Kosher” – 2018
(The last chapter of this four-part “fiction” short story. Happy Halloween!) A Vampire In Vegas Part IV by Christine L. McKellar “Keeping Things Kosher” Ah, Greg, the handsome, sculpted young man who I had flirted so carelessly (and I’m sure shamelessly) with in the first place (although truth be told, Greg is 125 years my senior–go figure) has pulled through. He’s …
TBT: Appliances With Pizzazz!
The 70s were the days for appliances with pizzazz. True, you had to use some elbow grease, and your fingers and wrists, with items like the washer and dryer, the toaster, the oven, and the early microwaves. But, the colors were so much fun and added an oddly festive dimension to the kitchen. Who would have thought back then, when …
A Vampire in Vegas Part III: “It’s Lonely Out There” – 2018
(Each week in October as a “treat” I post a segment of this four-part “fictional” short story. Happy Halloween!) A Vampire In Vegas Part III by Christine L. McKellar “It’s Lonely Out There” Since my original self died and I became a new and revised entity on October 1, does that mean I am no longer an impulsive, optimistic, happy-go-lucky Aries? Am …
A Vampire in Vegas Part II: A Midnight Mid-Death Climacteric Crisis
(Each week in October as a “treat” I post a segment of this four-part “fictional” short story. Happy Halloween!) A VAMPIRE IN VEGAS PART II: “A Midnight Mid-Death Climacteric Crisis” by Christine L. McKellar Following my disastrous tryst at a Vegas nightclub last week, wherein I allowed myself to be seduced into immortality by a beguiling younger man, an entire plethora of …
TBT: Slowly I Turned…And So Did They!
Being the youngest of six children wasn’t always a picnic. The three older siblings were within a decade each ahead of me so I didn’t share their interest in music and entertainment. It seemed we were two camps: the “big” kids and we three “little kids”. Those were the days of limited network TV, no computers, no cell phones and …