I don’t know about the rest of you, but around here 2017 was pretty much a dumpster fire. Oh, don’t get me wrong… there were some good moments. I’m finally in my senior year. My fibro pain is mostly under control. I was able to travel a bit – went to Denver twice and Miami … Continue reading
Ed. Note: This piece was written both as catharsis on the loss of my grandfather, and as ethnographic research paper for Dr. Marvin Sterling‘s ANTH-E393 World Fiction and Cultural Anthropology class at Indiana University. It is both biographical and fictional. The sky is a brilliant blue. There’s a warm breeze drifting up over the hill … Continue reading
After having just climbed back in bed after yet another late night trip downstairs with the tiny-bladdered dog, I have so many random thoughts floating around… Continue reading
My paternal grandmother would have been 85 today. She left us almost eight years ago… Continue reading
My hair was a mess. I didn’t have my camera. But then my son snuggled up against me and said, “Isn’t this a lovely night?” Continue reading
An eloquent man of whom I’m a pretty big fan once said, “No democracy works without compromise.” When he said it, he was referring to American politics – a touchy subject that I’m not going to touch in this post with a 30-foot steel rod. But the idea of democracy, I think, can be applied … Continue reading
