My mother didn’t raise racists

I have many issues with my mother and her ability to parent, but when it came to the acceptance of people who did not look like me, her parenting skills were exceptional in a truly great way. In elementary school, I was friends with the black girl (eventually there were two) in my class, along … Continue reading My mother didn’t raise racists

My first snuff film – The murder of George Floyd

When it comes to violence, I have a very limited capacity to digest it. Movie scenes that depict violence, cause me to close my eyes. It makes me physically nauseous to witness people being punched and kicked and stabbed and shot and I simply am unwilling to absorb those images. Despite having watched the national … Continue reading My first snuff film – The murder of George Floyd

Sheltering in place with Jeter

Before you get the wrong idea, Jeter is my 85# yellow lab, not to be confused with classic Yankee icon Derek Jeter. My guy can catch a ball like nobody’s business, but that’s pretty much where the similarities between the two end. My Jeter came into our family in February of 2014 as an eight … Continue reading Sheltering in place with Jeter

What would they say about you in 10 words or less?

Sunday’s New York Times featured approximately 4 entire, above and below the fold, pages of mini biographies of those lost to Covid-19. It is impossible to read without feeling your heart race and your eyes well. So many people. We’re at a number of deaths in the pandemic which is pretty much identical to the … Continue reading What would they say about you in 10 words or less?

Greek whine

In case you missed it, I really fell hard for Greece last year. That two week trip had provided a sampling of sights and this year, I intended to go back with more focus, spending 2020’s two weeks in just three locations. Two of the planned locations were repeats from last year, places I wanted … Continue reading Greek whine

The persistence of memory

It took 8 weeks before I finally felt a sense structure in my deconstructed life.  Did it take everyone else two months to find an element of calm in this new isolated existence? I can’t be the only one who has flailed like a fish out of water, flopping from place to place, can I?  … Continue reading The persistence of memory

Mother’s Day – more or less

As a kid raised by a single mom, I always dreaded Father’s Day and the absence of a male parent to honor. Mother’s Day was easy and we usually celebrated with school art projects, cards and flowers liberated from a garden that wouldn’t notice the theft of a few tulips or daffodils. It was pretty … Continue reading Mother’s Day – more or less