Olympia Stories

Parked in an Alameda Avenue bus stop, mind retching turned to dry heaves then sighs. I finally composed myself, restarted the car and drove back on the Alameda just as a bus arrived in my rear-view mirror to claim its space where I’d trespassed. The purpose of coming, to attend Santa Clara University's, Parent's Day, put me back to functional mode. At the University, I first attended Mass at its Mission, one of the twenty...

With Vixen sated by hubby, my heart and mind cleared. I was ashamed for flirting with Elliot but pleased to escape the snare of his bachelor pad. I drove past the golf course without glancing toward it again and again. Elliot didn’t perk up in my mind except as a seduction clown. After two weeks, however, I involuntarily glanced toward the golf course driveway and to the pro shop, when I drove past. The thought of him pos...