What we value… in abundance.
54-Year Old Writer, 86-Year Old Painter, 31-Year Old Cutie: Action Update
Some months back, after reading Barbara Hannah Grufferman’s column on women using their anger to good ends, I wrote a post daring you – and myself – to stand up and speak out when faced with social injustice. And I dared you to do more than that. To pick something, and act on it. I’ve […]
Self Censorship
“God, she’s trashy.” Stop. That’s a terrible thing to say. Shaking the head. Clucking the tongue. Pursing the lips. It’s all unconscious – this physical manifestation of disapproval. And something deeper. Anger. No, more than anger. Outrage. “Well it’s true. She bad mouths everyone. You’d think she’d realize how classless it is. And people pay […]
Bathing Beauties
Bathing beauties. Us, in our tubs, relaxing…
The Seduction of Small Victories
Even small victories in our daily lives – as parents, as people – bring satisfaction.
Contemplating. . . This, That. . . And The French
I am contemplating the need to sweep my small deck which is covered in a carpet of pine needles, and a few scattered golden leaves. I am contemplating a walk in the sunshine though it is cold, and the necessity of sticking to a brisk pace. I am contemplating a surprise dinner last evening – […]
The Plague
From The Plague, by Albert Camus: I see no need to dwell on the manner of loving in our town. The men and women consume each other rapidly in what is called ‘the act of love’, or else settle down to a mild habit of conjugality… for lack of time and thinking, people have to […]
Friction
Oh, those little differences that grate…
Why “Learning” May Be Nuts
I am a proponent of learning in all its forms: I examine the past to learn from it, I believe in introspection to encourage positive change, I look forward as well as outward, so I may shape the present to achieve a desired future. I acquire knowledge for its own sake. I acquire knowledge so […]
Laughter Is The Best Medicine
No matter what the time, the place, the circumstances, generally, it’s good for what ails you. Laughter. Seriously! It can’t hurt, right? Except maybe after a C-section or hernia repair. After all, there’s nothing quite like side-splitting, gut busting, uproarious letting loose. I say again: Laughter! Or maybe you prefer a tiny titter from Twitter?