Suprise Me

Trump signs are thankfully MIA, and Biden signs are relatively rare, since this preference is assumed. Read More

I have never personally experienced road rage. I tend to steer clear of drivers who seem to be in too much of a hurry, or are weaving in and out of traffic. I give them wide berth and get away as quickly as I can. Therefore, I will tell two stories from friends during my… Read More

“We are your bad conscience,” said one of the leaflets. “Everyone wants to exonerate himself from his share of the blame … But it cannot be done: everyone is guilty! guilty! guilty!”" Read More

I get why Facebook can be a good thing. Like my mother, I love seeing photos of folks I know (although not so much their food). It’s fun to discover an old friend and learn about the latest news from a friend or relative I don't see very often. It is an interesting diversion as well as a way for me to get my blog posts out to folks who want to read them. But in the run-up to the 2016 election and after, Facebook has become something else: a place to spew hatred and divisiveness. Read More

Family and friends, returning to the center. Read More

Missing Pussycats JINX I love pussycats and when I was growing up we had a long succession of wonderful ones.   Our house had a lovely garden and those lucky cats had the best of both worlds – indoors and out. In fact one of my favorite cats was a tom named Jinx,  a dirty stay-out… Read More

My boss, Holly, raced to her office and closed the door. I had not been working long at the radio station, but I knew this was a bad sign. She had come back from her hair appointment. I didn’t actually hear sobbing, but then again the doors in our offices were pretty solid. Holly had… Read More

This Mother’s Day, I salute my mother and all who understand and appreciate the importance and challenges of what she called being “just a housewife.” Read More

Growing up, the only people of color I knew were our cleaning woman, Pam, and a series of successors whose names I can’t recall. Read More

One of my favorite stories about my late mother-in-law, AKA Nana, was the group family photo taken at a wedding. She had a huge copy made, which hung prominently in her living room. She loved that picture. But when my youngest sister-in-law was divorced, what was she going to do with a beloved and expensive… Read More