Happiness. It's relative.
While some of us are wringing our hands, worried, for instance, about massive cuts in Medicaid that would cut the legs out from under long term care for seniors, a big share of the country’s grown-ups think things are just ducky. One side says… Continue Reading “Week One at the Interplanetary Meet-Up”
The old people figured it out. We brought the new ridiculously heavy ‘walking pad’ off the porch and into the house piece by piece. And then we read the tiny, nearly illegible, secretly coded instructions and put it together. This is basically a baby… Continue Reading “Hard Things in Small Pieces”
We’re dulled to it. Not just school shootings but shootings of children outside of school and shootings of adults here, there, and everywhere. Ours is a gun culture. We can compare ourselves to other countries – European countries, Canada, Australia – and bemoan the… Continue Reading “Reflections on Why It Only Happens Here”
The initial flush of gratitude has worn off and now I am just bitter. This is probably not good for my mental health or my liver, but it is the truth. I’m at that point where incredulity meets heartbreak, and the combination makes for… Continue Reading “Bitter Girl Here”
I did not make soup today. I’ve been known to make soup in times of crisis or disappointment, wounds of all kinds. But no soup today. We went to bed last night before the final results. At 6:50 this morning, I steeled myself and… Continue Reading “No Soup Today, Just Gratitude”
A quote from Jonathan Swift in 1710 says it just right, “Falsehood flies, and the Truth comes limping after it.” That’s what’s been happening for the past nine years. Vast fossilized layers of lies. Preposterous lies. Dangerous lies. And it seems people are so… Continue Reading “Lies are on the Ballot”
The leftover lawn signs for our losing candidate are on our porch. We had a chance today when the garbage folks came but we didn’t move fast enough. So, the signs still lean against the wall, about twenty of them. If we’d gotten them… Continue Reading “A Sign of the Times (or several) is on Our Porch”
I had to do it. It’s juvenile and reeks of fan girl, but I did it anyway. My first pair of Converse sneakers. Grey, of course, befitting my advanced age and where a lot of my advocacy lies right now. It’s saying something about… Continue Reading “Old Girl Fan Girl – A Great Time to be Alive”
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