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…
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TLH>NYC>IAD>DCA>TLH
’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….
Read moreDST, Yeah You Know Me
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…
Read moreTaking the Pledge at Violence UnSilenced
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,…
Read moreJane Devin’s Elephant Girl: A Human Story
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…
Read moreHow Many Therapists Does It Take to Change a Lightbulb?
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…
Read moreBreaking Up and Walking Forward
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…
Read moreI had a gorgeous morning on the beach
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…
Read moreLoving the Gulf, Saving the Pelicans
You know I love my Gulf. I’ve driven the Panhandle coastline on two trips to New Orleans already this year, and I don’t even know how many times last year, including to Grande Isle, Lousiana to work on a post-spill project. Trips to the beach? Who counts–as long as they are frequent? I should count,…
Read moreI’m a poster girl (for earworms) with no poster
The worst part of getting older is the constant vigilance against signs of dementia. There are other bad things: all of this wisdom sucks too (sigh), and old people toenails will be a horrible development whenever that happens. But for right now, I’m sticking with the dementia thing as the worst. I worry about my…
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