Escapism Stories

For the last couple of months, for reasons I’m not going into much detail about, I have lost my mojo. Actually, let’s stop right there and change that word because I hate it. Mojo? It sounds like a toy, a gadget. I have lost much more than a playful little thing. What I have lost is my shine, my spirit. If I wanted to be completely honest, I’d say I have pretty much lost my will to live. Adulting, but particularly parenti...

Convention Carousing – Continued After hanging up the phone, and whispering to me that you just decided to check out exactly how good this hotel is by ordering from room service, we head for the elevators. However, I regain the lead, squeezing your hand as I veer away from the nearby bank of elevators, and steer you around and behind the front desk and reception area.  You bop me with your hip, asking if I am going to hav...