Today I place myself on the seller’s bloc of cyberspace. 60-year-old woman —looks 60— seeks partner. Can sing, dance and play the cooking-pot drum; can make a meal from a can of peas 3 black olives and the Sunday funnies. Former Enchantress. coffee drinker, troublemaker laughs readily, eavesdropper, teller of bedtime stories. likes an honest fight. longstanding lover of primal things—llanos, tundra, savannah, hailstorm, Chinook wind, downpour, ice age, storms that threaten to cleanse your life, meteors traveling through the night sky, reflections of light on broken faces. . . . . . Did I mention I can sing?
This article appears in September 2017 Issue.
