Wounded Warrior

I am a wounded warrior.  So… really,  who isn’t wounded?  Basically everyone.  Whether it’s from poverty, ill health, or the trauma of cruel actions (verbal and/or physical) by bullies of one sort or another, whether they are strangers or relatives — to our body size, shape, skin color, ethnicity, religion, family of origin, gender, gender … Continue reading Wounded Warrior

Tourist in Hudson

It’s beautiful here.  Natural beauty. Old town main street beauty. And a lot of new shops with buyers and designers with strongly aesthetic eyes. Everything catches my eye. Taking tons of pictures gives such pleasure. I walk down the main street — Warren St., window shopping, and thinking, yes, if I had the money and … Continue reading Tourist in Hudson

notes from Brooklyn…

I’m up early, as usual, in my Airbnb  2nd floor apartment, the space recently renovated —modern and clean. Outside my locked apartment door, from the steep staircase down to the rest of the house, it’s a run-down shabby affair  on a less-than-pleasant, far-from-gentrified, industrial street in Queens. The contrasting elements grate uncomfortably inside me.  By Airbnb … Continue reading notes from Brooklyn…

The Beauty…

  Only a few yellow  flowers have survived the original bouquet, but now there’s a happy new arrangement. I think we, humans, are like this too.  It’s not what we don’t have, but what we’ve still got, and maybe more importantly what we’ve gained, that we can work with.  We can re-arrange.  Re-make our selves. … Continue reading The Beauty…