Sasee Magazine

I’ve got this crazy love/hate relationship with computers and all things 21st century/technical. Let me list a few: voice mail (which I call voice misery), camera (always missing something – the battery, the chip inside or the camera itself), cell phone (missing calls, erasing important messages, dropping one in a cup of coffee), passwords and [...]

I used to be a singer. I wore long, slinky dresses and rhinestone earrings. I sang blues and jazz to a smoky room full of patrons who drank Cutty Sark and Jack Daniels. The club was called the Backstage, and it was on the corner of Main and Holcombe, tucked away in the inside pocket [...]

Heads turn. The plate glass windows lining the buildings reflect flashes of turquoise and pink and waving flags. Teens whistle, laugh, and shout, craning their necks for a better look. I’m not the one getting the attention, though. All eyes are on Lola. Subtlety is not her style. Kids are drawn to her, but older women [...]

Two months before my 40th birthday, I never looked or felt better. Considering my high school and college years, this is pretty remarkable. I used to scare people with oversized t-shirts, an abrasive attitude and hair that could withstand 50-knot winds. After discovering exercise, obtaining a decent wardrobe allowance and growing my hair down instead [...]

Everyone loves my mom, especially me. You see she is absolutely the silliest person I know, making any normal situation crazy with her way out sense of humor. When I was in high school, all my friends wanted to hang out at my house because I had the coolest mom. Nothing has changed. She is [...]

I drove down a road just the other day that I had not seen since I was eleven or twelve years old, Afton Parkway. The only recognizable feature of the area was the shape of the little town square, the gazebo, and the ancient cannons that still seemed to be foreboding and yet protective of [...]

A gentle snow fell on the city, turning to ice a few minutes after it landed on solid, gray buildings and imposing monuments. The flakes that floated to the street became part of the icy mud that paralyzed traffic, causing people to lean on their horns or shout at pedestrians. I got close to my [...]

Todd says that when I die, he’s gonna have my obituary include a line that says “Pack a lunch” for those who plan to attend my funeral. He plans to headline the event by telling stories about me. Given that he’s the husband of my friend Sandy, who I have known more than half my [...]

Sometimes walking from my cubicle, on some errand to a distant office or delivery pickup station, through warehouses stacked with giant shelves loaded with boxes of books, I am tempted to sing, just belt out a tune in what might be an acoustically wonderful space. But I haven’t – yet. There was a time when [...]

My husband is a sensible man. Practical. Responsible. Intelligent. And certainly logical. Mitch protects his back by bending his knees when lifting a heavy suitcase and doesn’t wear suede shoes in the rain. In fact, he doesn’t even own suede shoes. He knows what to do when what-looks-like-a-red-sailboat, but turns out to be the oil [...]