I’m the Boomer and I’m not. Let’s make that clear.   Zoomer is a best friend. He recently aged into ordering whatever pleases him with his own ID. The Boomer Zoomer tag is his doing. Since I’m a Boomer and I’m not, I’ve been carrying a quiet resentment these past seven years since he hot ironed the branding shortly after our first meeting.   Zoomer is finishing his undergrad these days, so we get together when the opportunity spills. On a chosen shirt stuck to your neck July

In the full of the field of ripened Sweet Charlies I kissed her.   Pick-your-own strawberry season in Hampton Roads is a short, lip sweet...

A quintet of lacey white dresses, hems an inch from their asses. A mom enables with the lift of a lens and the teens turn to porcelain....

No masks. That's the revelation today. And it feels weird. It feels amazing, but weird. I thought I'd have a crest the top roller coaster...

It overwhelmed me for a moment while standing in the middle of the Virginia Beach Convention Center. That subtle mix of anxiety and...

It is a place of age. A place of time. And of a kind of timelessness. We approached the Thoroughgood House, my wife and I, with a quiet...