I love watching people and trying to figure out what makes them tick. It’s something I’ve always done. Except when it comes to myself. At least not that deep exploration that really digs way beneath the surface to find that “stuff” we’re all so good at burying.
A friend of mine is selling her house. In preparation for putting it on the market, she has been purging for months. Going through every closet, drawer, shelf, cupboard and pantry, getting rid of everything she no longer needs, wants or uses.
I’m smiling, somewhat sheepishly, as I’m writing because it’s something we all go through — usually when we’re about to move. That’s when, after years of accumulating and stockpiling and “saving,” we suddenly spring into action — because the thought of packing it all, unpacking it all and trying to find room for it is more than we can bear.
We went out for dinner last week — my friend and I — it was a catch up of sorts. We’ve both been caught up in our own lives and, although we text and talk on the phone all the time, we haven’t had time to get together. It was Continue reading →
There was a total eclipse of the Sun yesterday. In case you live in a cave and have no access to any information whatsoever, a total eclipse occurs when the disk of the Sun is totally obscured by the Moon — and the sky darkens — in broad daylight.
They’re extremely rare and it’s estimated that they only recur, at any given place, once every 360 to 410 years, on average. So if you missed it yesterday, so sad too bad.
I am ready to lose my mind. As I’ve written many times recently, I have made a real effort to move away from talking about the orange man and stick to more pleasant topics — even if I’ve had to resort to the banal from time to time.
But enough is enough and if I don’t say something, I’ll explode. It’s not what you think though. It’s not “himself” of whom I speak. It’s everybody else.
Well, maybe not everybody. Just everyone who is still waiting for him to pivot, to act like a grown-up, to become presidential, to show some decency, some intelligence, some leadership.
To actually say the words “nazi,” “white supremacist,” “white nationalist”
or whatever your name is for the evil racists who held a violent rally in Continue reading →
This isn’t the blog post I’d started to write for today. But a funny thing happened on my way to googling an article I’d read in the Sunday New York Times I wanted to include as a link. I found something else that stopped me in my tracks. I loved it so much I shelved the original idea (at least for now) and changed course.
I look forward to the Sunday Times all week . It is such a great read, just crammed with all sorts of interesting and Continue reading →
I’m speaking, of course, about the asshat-in-chief — you-know-who I mean — who recently stuck his foot in his mouth, yet again, when, with a look of utter surprise on his face (like he couldn’t believe his eyes), he turned to France’s new First Lady and said: “You’re in such good shape.”
As if that wasn’t bad enough, he then turned to her husband, President Emmanuel Macron, and repeated it to him, equally incredulously — Continue reading →
As you may have noticed (or maybe not), I am trying desperately to steer clear of writing about U.S. politics. Aside from the fact that it’s stressful and aggravating, there doesn’t seem to be any point to it. It changes nothing.
Hence all my recent trips down memory lane.
Sadly, though, even if I am trying my best to remain silent on the subject, no one else is.
There doesn’t seem to be any escaping “45”, his (insert swear word here) family, his cronies, his partners in crime, his sycophants, his tweets and Continue reading →
When I was four years old my mother had an ectopic pregnancy. Although it’s unusual she couldn’t conceive after that. It seems her remaining fallopian tube had been badly damaged in the process and was permanently blocked.
My parents had always wanted more children and, after giving it a lot of thought, considered adopting. They asked me if I’d like a brother or sister.
Instead, I asked for a dog.
Alas it took many years and a lot of emotional blackmail before my mother gave in to my request. If you must know I played the “poor-me-the-only-child” card. My father pled Continue reading →
Me. The poster child for looking on the bright side. Positive thinking. Seeing the glass half full. A true believer in everything working out in the end. Me. That one. That girl. That woman.
Not so much at the moment, though. I’ve got to admit I’m struggling. So much bad news. Everywhere you turn. It’s absolutely unavoidable. We are just in one helluva mess. The whole world. All of us.
So much hatred. So much prejudice. So much anger. So much violence. So much bloodshed. So much death. So much destruction. So much rubble. So much despair. So much unrest. So much imbalance. So much poverty. So much hunger. So much misery. So much suffering. So much fear. So much grief. So many tears. So many scars. So much injustice.
So little hope.
So little respect. For each other. For life. For human rights. For freedom. Maybe even for ourselves.
Such a crisis.
There has to be something we can do. Why aren’t we?
Why aren’t we marching on our Nations’ capitals? Why aren’t we more selective about who we elect? Why don’t we demand more from them? Why don’t we hold