You hadn’t seen me lately and wondered if I’d moved on: that’s what the bartenders at my favorite watering holes occasionally say. Only, since I’m a Michigan floozie, they wonder if I’ve finally succeeded at ensnaring one of the wealthy, old Chicago yachtsmen who visit Leelanau peninsula marinas, and have moved on to the swanky martini bars on Chicago’s Gold Coast. (Sigh: a girl can at least dream.)

The truth is, my long absences on Medium are because, being an old broad, I can fit only so much writing into my busy schedule of naps. 💁