I need a distraction. I need to take my mind off the lunacy of the US presidential race and the 
horrifying images of carnage every time we turn on the TV.
Guess I’m grasping at straws because suddenly, out of the blue, I started to think, and wonder, about heredity; and why we inherit some traits and characteristics and not others.
Both my parents loved chocolate. In the extreme. I never Continue reading
The minute I read this WordPress Daily Prompt I knew exactly who I’d be writing about: George. The doorman who works the 8:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m. 
shift at my apartment building. He is, hands down, one of the nicest, kindest, gentlest men you will ever meet.
And he just so happened to be the first person I saw this morning. Which is the subject of the aforementioned prompt.
George has worked at the building for many, many years. He is a fixture there. Known and loved, not only by the residents, but by every taxi driver, delivery person and visitor who’s ever pulled up at our front door. Seriously. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been out, hailed a taxi and, as soon as I’d give the driver my address, he start waxing poetic about George.
“You have the most wonderful doorman”, they gush. “He is so nice. So polite. So kind. So cheerful. Such a warm smile” … and on and on it goes.
Which is one of the reasons why I look forward to Tuesdays. It’s my day to volunteer at Mt. Sinai Hospital in Continue reading
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
Is that what pops into your head whenever you’re in front of a mirror? If, for no other reason, than you’re reminded of the children’s fairy tale, Snow White. It’s an
interesting question. “What do you think when staring at a reflection of yourself”.
Don’t know why I didn’t write about it, last week, when I first saw this WordPress Daily Prompt question. “Finish this sentence: When I look in the mirror, I …” I guess it just didn’t capture my imagination back then, like it is now.
So what do you see? I’m curious.
I see a woman who resembles several different people. I see my mother in me. The colour of her eyes. Her colouring, in general. The shape of her face. Some of her expressions. I see my father in me. The size and shape of his eyes. His mouth. His smile. His nose. And then I also see my maternal grandmother in me. There are photographs of her, when she was young, where I look exactly like her. Or so I’ve been told.
Does that make me a composite? Where does ‘me, myself’ come in? How much of ‘me’ is just me? Which part of ‘me’ Continue reading
Have you ever tried to figure out why you are the way you are? Yes, DNA definitely has something to do with it. Your parents influence you, to some degree. Where
you live, how you live, with whom you live certainly all have an effect. Life, itself, is a factor.
But there are some characteristics each of us has, the ones we think are unique to us, that sometimes make me wonder.
In recent posts I’ve talked about myself a lot. My feelings about feminism. My moral code. My standards. My approach to friendship and love and work and life. And there seems to be a common thread that runs through all of it.
I have strong convictions. I stand up for what I believe in, regardless of the consequences. I am an independent thinker; and doer. I am not easily influenced by the opinions of others. Even as a young child I Continue reading
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