"The Vortex" (Dead Writers Collective Theatre):  Spiraling Humor, Honesty and Swank!
#148.  Every once in awhile, I run into someone I haven’t seen in years.  Inside, I’m momentarily transfixed by their agedness.  Outwardly, I try to compose a polite nicety.  I say to them, ‘you look fabulous!‘  I think to myself, ‘you got old… really old!‘ I like to pretend I didn’t…. didn’t age!  I color... Read more »