A small protest on a sunny day in a small town Where to begin. What to say. Quick - grab their attention. Hi! Over here! The small, or not so small suburban town I live in provides a neat microcosm of the country, in the same way that the job I currently have is an … Continue reading Where to Begin
What image, mental or photographic, brings up the feeling of exclusion and loneliness? At the holidays, you have so many choices for this trigger. Yesterday, I went to the local Target. All these big stores are starting to feel like half-empty warehouses. I looked at the coffee maker I was thinking of buying. It was … Continue reading On Being Alone During the Holidays
Another holiday. It’s been a long time since the last blog post. Is that even what they are called anymore? Time seems to have changed again since the new year. New Year! A few years ago, I mean weeks, we celebrated. Then the wheel turned, and we were thrown into the everyday. January lasted for … Continue reading Plastic Rosary
Good morning from a small town by the ocean. Hazel update - she is still fighting hard. I'm thinking about our walks by the ocean, her happy smile, and how much she loves her little family.Thank you to everyone who has donated. It means so much. Please click here to help and read about her. … Continue reading Help Hazel
Today, the feast of St. Stephen. Boxing Day. In the USA, another day. It’s still quieter though – that’s something. Today I had a moment where I realized a deep feeling of sadness and kindness towards America – the one I glimpsed in moments, the faces who stared back at me. Perhaps it is the … Continue reading Look After Each Other
It's been a month since I posted anything, I haven’t been writing for anyone for the past several weeks. My keyboard and my sense of what was appropriate to express broke at the same moment the world did. I’m slowly clambering up the muddy bank, although I really dislike the new keyboard with its bizarre … Continue reading Late Update
Labor Day. Another American holiday. There are flags. I know what I’m supposed to do. Go to the beach. Barbeque hamburgers. Listen to music and drink beer. It doesn’t sound so bad, really. I went to the market. Usually I try not to go to stores on Labor Day. Because. You know. It’s supposed to … Continue reading Labor in Vain is a Road
A Tale of Two Burgers A short retelling of the ancient legend of burger 1 and burger 2. Once upon a time, there was a small child who had been brought up to eat and drink, while checking carefully for any possible poisons that might have slipped in. This was fairly normal, or so the … Continue reading A Tale of Two Burgers
Seeds. Sunday morning. Sanding down the edges until we fit. There should be a lot to say. The sun peeped out, peering through the clouds. Birds are chattering – I think it is because I see the squirrel is acrobatically dangling from the tree branch and blocking all other access to bird seed. It’s a … Continue reading Seeds
I slipped on black ice over two weeks ago now. It’s been alternately frightening and boring. It’s frustrating when you can’t move around. Something to remember when you see someone limping, or not fully abled. Nothing broken as it turns out, but while I am beginning to walk again, it’s clear it will be a … Continue reading Listening for the Silence
