Rome, if I want to

I’ve become a woman who goes to Italy for a quick week in February. I’m not really sure quite how that happened, but I’m very much enjoying, and appreciating, the fact that somehow this is my life. As my departure date grows closer, I find myself increasingly giddy at the thought of being in Italy … Continue reading Rome, if I want to

Vacation dating

Next month I’m heading Rome for a much needed change of scenery and a visit with a friend. Because there have been so many aborted get away attempts in the past couple of pandemic years,* I’m trying to rein in my excitement about the trip, but I’m optimistic it just might happen. While my mind can’t … Continue reading Vacation dating

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

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 

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

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