Bitches Brew, or the women in my life

2021 was a weird one, friends. The promise with which it began quickly devolved into chaos within the new year’s first week.  Things after that, to me, never quite seemed real.  Seriously, on more than one occasion, I caught myself dating correspondence or banking paperwork as the previous year, 2020.   It was almost as … Continue reading Bitches Brew, or the women in my life

I’ll be home for Christmas 

If things had gone as planned, I’d be boarding my flight at this exact moment instead of curling up for a nap. With complete honesty, I can say that either way, it feels like I’m winning. I had been looking forward to my trip west for months. You know how I love the desert, and … Continue reading I’ll be home for Christmas 

Getting drilled by Mary Panza and other miscellaneous Solstice thoughts and confessions 

As I prepare for Christmas and my trip, I’m also trying to keep myself in a routine for exercise, sleep and meals. I know I feel better when I’m keeping things in balance, which makes the effort worth the effort. Of late, a good week of activity involves 2-3 yoga classes, 2 long walks with … Continue reading Getting drilled by Mary Panza and other miscellaneous Solstice thoughts and confessions 

Your mother never was one

Recently, I've been on a Lumineers kick and the  title of this post comes from their song, Donna. It wasn’t the first lyric in the song that caught my ear, but it was the one that prompted me to write it down. Let’s just say it resonated. I’ve written, and even publicly spoken, about finding … Continue reading Your mother never was one

What is remembered lives

I recently started following a new-to-me Instagram account, TheAIDSMemorial. It isn’t that I need reminders to reflect upon those who have been lost to AIDS, but seeing the photos and reading the stories has moved me deeply. Damn, they were so young. As our country faces yet another variant strain of Covid, I can’t help but … Continue reading What is remembered lives

Je me souviens 

Last week’s trip to Montreal with my sons was, I think, the 7th or 8th time I’ve been there. It’s been quite some time, though, since I’ve gone to Montreal without an agenda in place. The most recent occasions have been to make use of the airport, see a concert, and chaperone a middle school … Continue reading Je me souviens 

The death of passion

Over the years many friends have given me plants. I probably have 9 or 10 houseplants at this very moment which I received as gifts. For the most part, these plants do well, although I’ve learned that like the peplum in fashion, jade plants and I are never going to be friends. That’s ok. There … Continue reading The death of passion