Anand Giridharadas. Once you figure out how to pronounce it, remember this name. Recently I’ve been thinking a little about money. What!? You’re leaving already! Wait! Please, wait. After listening to Anand, I’m thinking about it more. How we use it. How its use (and mis-use) forms the character of our society and affects our … Continue reading Getting Woke: Money, the System, & Me.
In the day, we called it the San Francisco Hall of Injustice. No doubt for many it still is. 850 Bryant. Gritty. Basic. The entrance, the halls themselves look sad. You can almost feel the tension, the lack of compassion, neglect, the hard lives walking these halls. I sat in the cavernous juror’s waiting area … Continue reading JuRy DUty…
I’ve been looking for reasons to hold on to hope. When I look for beauty, I find beauty. I’m trying to do the same thing with hope. I’m worried though that the light of hope is going to go out on Tuesday, Nov. 6th around 9pm, like it did in 2016. I don’t know if I can … Continue reading Hope…
Some people seem to have high, thick walls. I barely have a screen door hanging by one hinge. I’ve been called sensitive and vulnerable. Yep! I see those as strengths. Not everyone does. Other people say, you’re such a calm person. Just the other day, a friend I hadn’t seen for awhile said … Continue reading Brave & Afraid AF, Part 2
I love beauty, so that’s mostly what I try to contribute to the world. Especially with my photos. Yesterday I posted a pic on Facebook of some fruits and veggies I’d bought at Rainbow. I’m gluten-free for my health and vegan for my health, the animals, and planet. Healthy is mostly how I eat. … Continue reading Brave and Afraid AF — Part One
I was feeling really sad leaving Canada this morning after just a week there — a few days in Montreal, another few in Quebec City. I was thinking I’d tell you about some of the sights I saw, the other people in my senior tour group (Road Scholar), our fabulous tour guide, Lise, and most … Continue reading Au revoir, Canada!
At the Glen Park library returning a David Sedaris audio book (Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls — his father’s abuse so friggin’ horrific, I thought David was joking at first. He wasn’t.), I asked the librarian for the strangely titled Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine, the one I saw on my friend, Eileen’s table. I … Continue reading Off a cliff…
