I once had a boyfriend named Michael. Ok. Michael Dille, if you want to know the whole name. I don’t care. I somehow doubt he’s still alive. And, if he is, I still don’t care. I’ve googled him once or twice to see what became of him, but never found a trace. The romance lasted … Continue reading Ah…. Youth.
In the old days there was the Lonely Hearts Club, which I learned about, probably on TV, when I was a child. I remember the people were timid and desperate enough that, through the club, instead of meeting someone to love, they met their murderer. It was oh, so tragic and sad, and for sure, … Continue reading Let’s hear it for social integration!
Last night, I was taking pics of the little flower bouquets I made (see below) when I turned the camera on myself. Sometimes I just can’t resist photographing everything in sight. I was in my Pjs, the grey ones with the stars. Then I went to bed early… with Oliver Sacks… I know, I … Continue reading Breakfast with Oliver Sacks…
My friend, Jim, emailed me after he returned to Nyack that the succulents I gave him from my garden on New Year’s Eve — the last hour of 2017 — are doing well. Jim, his girlfriend (and my friend) Anita, and another friend, Deb, had spent a memorable NYE together (doing nothing special — the … Continue reading Re-calibrating
Dec. 6… On my way from San Francisco to Phoenix. we fly east of where Ventura County is burning. I can see at least four separate fires amidst the billowing whorls of grey smoke rising behind the mountain range. My sister and her family and 30 plus years of their friends and community live … Continue reading Helpless… not helpless.
But for my political leanings, in our current government, I could be appointed US ambassador, head of some great federal department, or even a federal judge. After all, I have no qualifications, education, or experience for these jobs. My skin is white, but alas, I am not a right wing nut job, sexual predator, white … Continue reading On hope, beauty, meaning, & belonging…
I don’t know if it’s the one year anniversary of the T-rex, and/or if it’s so many women speaking up in the face of revelations of widespread sexual predation, or just a year+ worth of anxiety, frustration, and anger that’s built up in America. Though most of us are exhausted and maybe less inclined to … Continue reading Up to Over My Eyeballs & Raising My White Flag!