Author: Gayle

  Day two, today, of my great European adventure, I spent one night, last night at the Rho Hotel just off Dam Square in the heart of Amsterdam’s City Center, which means throngs of tourists, every one in a hurry, most of them not knowing where they are either, and whether tourist or local, not … Continue reading How I figured an alternative to a less than good idea I was contemplating…

And then he tried to explain it away in some way that didn’t seem anti-female. I’m not writing any thing new here.  We all know — don’t we? — that in many if not most societies women still fall in the category of seriously second class citizen?  Where are the exceptions?  Iceland? Maybe? Icelandic women … Continue reading I remember Grandpa Harry praying, “Thank G-d for not making me a woman”.

I’ve been reading Ross Gay’s  “The Book of Delights”  which is truly delightful, while at the same time awakening to a lot of shit… well, for instance, the racism of our society, which is, to say the least, the opposite of delightful, which is part of why I love this book because Ross can handle … Continue reading A few more thoughts on Ross Gay’s writing… waking up, waking up, waking up.

Because of what happened between Bernie and Hillary’s supporters in 2018, I find myself worried about some kind of repeat performance.  I’ve taken to encouraging FB friends to not “hate on” Democratic candidates.  Like the one(s) you like, post about them, help the rest of us understand why, work hard for them, but just keep … Continue reading Bringing My Truth to the Table

When I was a kid and didn’t know what the job of being a human was, I was always on the look-out for clues. I thought the job of a kid was four-fold — to find friends, to do what we were told, to play, and stay out of the way of adults.  As for … Continue reading Late Bloom…

Whenever anyone I don’t know asks me what I do, I usually answer “retired nurse”. I then usually scurry to try to fill in the blanks of so many hours in the week. What do I do? This and that. Really. A lot of this and that. Some of it more valuable to my self … Continue reading I’m a writer.

Someone posted an essay (see below) on Facebook the other day; I can’t stop thinking about it. I was already thinking about it when a couple of weeks ago people were debating whether the Speaker of the House should be Nancy Pelosi, or whether maybe she was too old or too old-school, or too-old-something!  My … Continue reading In order to fly…