Category: Thoughts

Every Sunday I try to fill up this sorry old Goodwill tote with stuff that needs to leave my house Monday morning. That’s the gig. I’ve been doing in for months now, and I’m really not sure where the stuff is still coming from. I’m digging deeper I guess. This week the evenings are cooler,…

I’m sending this post to my blog from my phone to try to keep my NaBloPoMo dream alive. I only have a few moments to write, though, because I’m starving. Everyone at my table is starving. We worked up an appetite today because we manage to get slightly lost in a national park near a…

Google messed with Gmail’s design again, and I like it, except they took away some of the word commands and replaced them with icons.Which is a fine concept, and I’m not a tiny icon hater per se, except that I’ve been noticing a trend and Holy Wernicke, I’m getting worried about what’s been happening to…

’ve been all George-Clooney with my frequent flier miles lately. I’m squirreling them, scooting from account to account, using calculus for the first time since high school to try to figure out if I’m better off accruing separate streams in hotels (mmmm hotel upgrades) or merging all of my tertiaries into the big, rolling Delta….

The worst thing about Daylight Saving Time is that it was instituted at the turn of the century by Anglo governments, and that means it is devoid of the fantastic superstitious rituals and psychic rewards that fucking with time should afford us. We have no legends about spirits we entered in limbo when we sprang…

I started volunteering at domestic violence shelters and rape crisis centers when I was in college, and for a time those service agencies dominated by career as well. I’ve listened to survivors tell their stories in tiny offices, in support groups, in courtrooms and ante chambers, in legislative hearings, at bill signings, at candlelight vigils,…

I love Barbara Ehrenreich, and think she is absolutely a brilliant social reporter. I loved her Nickel and Dimed experiment and the myths it busted. She did a remarkable job of telling the story of poverty and welfare reform through the construct of trying to survive on the salaries of a maid, a waitress and…

I have never had a therapist with a good sense of humor. Not for long, anyway. I imagine there are mirthful counselors out there and that they work  for someone. I wholeheartedly believe that humor heals, but I don’t go to therapy for healing. I go to for the arduous psyche slogging, a job so murky even Mike…

Foxes are following me. They’ve caught my scent; they’re on my tail. One salivates as he burrows into the rabbit hole at my feet. One are slowing crosses my path, stopping to listen before moving on. One crawls into my lap and ducks her sharp nose under my hand, coaxing my fingers through the embers…

Thermos of coffee. Still-frozen grapes and watermelon sprinkled with feta and mint (and I drank the juice which was the best/weirdest smoothie I’ve ever had. Try it!)  And free at no additional charge, the seaside’s signature thalo-dermabrasion/pedicure treatment and seaweed wrap, because Mother Nature > Groupon. Good morning! And on the way home we stopped for…