Priorities…

I know that writing is good for me.  Like really good. Like depression-healing good. I’ve written a couple of first drafts recently, but haven’t re-visited them. Writing a first draft without re-visiting it is like buying groceries and leaving them at the store. The fun of shopping, but ultimately no food. Eating a plant based … Continue reading Priorities…

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…