HERE’S THE COMPLETE ARTICLE I MISTAKENLY PUBLISHED LAST WEEKEND.
It’s been close to 40 years since I’ve lived without a cat in my life and I’m shocked at how “still” and lifeless my apartment is.
Eerily, uncomfortably so, to be honest. I’m amazed at the energy these little critters bring. For a while now I’ve said — to myself mostly — that Bartlett (my last to go, just last Wednesday, pictured here) would be it for me.
But now I’m not so sure.
In my early years I wanted a dog and while it took my dad and me quite a while to convince my mother, I did finally get my wish, although truth be told, Tosca’s heart belonged to her. He liked us well Continue reading →
Want to apologize to my followers who got emails today, notifying them that I’d published a new blog post. Except it was only partially written.
It wasn’t meant to be published today. I was merely working on it today, for publishing on my regular posting day, which is Tuesday. I’d made a couple of changes and instead of clicking “save” I clicked “publish” by mistake.
I immediately went back in and trashed it, but it was too late — it was already out there.
Be on the look-out for another notification email on Tuesday. And this time you’ll get to read the entire story. Hope you like it.
How can more than 100 people working in the White House be there without security clearance? Accessing top secret information? Seriously, how?
How can Donald Trump be president with all his conflicts of interest, never mind all the other issues? Seriously, how?
How is it okay that Jared Kushner met, in the White House, with one of the founders of Apollo Global Management and Citigroup’s chief executive, and then both companies gave a combined $500 million in loans to his family’s companies? Seriously, how?
How is it okay that Jared Kushner backed a blockade of Qatar just weeks after their minister of finance turned his family down when they tried to get him to Continue reading →
To say I had the week from hell last week would be an understatement. I was all set to share my tales of woe and then thought, after what the students, parents and teachers went through recently in Parkland, Florida, who gives a toss.
My problems, regardless of how big or small I perceived them to be, are inconsequential by comparison. No one died, no one was slaughtered for no reason. It’s important
to put things into perspective.
The world is horribly messed up. But amid all the darkness and misery I am beginning to see some positive signs.
Strange as it might sound, I started to feel this way after last week’s tragic shootings at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. It was the reaction of the students who survived.
Have you ever wondered what you’d be doing if you’d chosen a different path? I never have in the past, but I do think about it occasionally now.
For me it was easy. I was about 12 years old when I decided I wanted to work in advertising. Originally I wanted to be an art director and I did go to art school after high school. My mother wasn’t surprised because she used to say I was always doodling, that I didn’t have a notebook or school book that didn’t have sketches in it.
No question there’s a lot about the 21st century to be excited about, but there’s a lot I miss about days gone by.
Last Thursday I went to see the Christian Dior exhibit at the Royal Ontario Museum here, in Toronto. Every garment, whether for daytime or evening, was shown with gloves — short, mostly black ones with suits and dresses and white, cream and occasionally black, long, above-the-elbow ones for formal wear.
If I hear “I don’t recall” come out the mouth of one more Republican in Washington I am going to scream.
Jeff Sessions, the nation’s top law enforcement official not only couldn’t remember important details about contacts between the Russians and the Trump campaign, he also conveniently “forgot” his own meetings with Sergey Kislyak.