If you want happiness for an hour, take a nap. Continue reading “If you want happiness…”
If you want happiness…
Tarte Tian at St. Honore Bakery in NW Portland. Healthy & delicious. Springtime in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
Men in Togas
Be careful today!
Especially if you see men with short hair and white togas headed your way.
Poor Julius. He never saw it coming.
The Ides of March
William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar is well-worth the read. Somewhere I have my college copy of the play with my annotations and 20-year old worldly insights in the margins.
Staying indoors on a cold March Day reading Shakespeare.
Perfect for the Ides of March.
Hard times are coming…
Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom-poets, visionaries-realists of a larger reality. Ursula Le Guin American Writer 1929-2018
On a cold morning
It is wonderful to sit by my fireplace on a cold, dark morning.
The sun will rise in an hour or so. There is snow on the ground.
I have a hot cup of coffee and a book to read.
My sweet Ginny lies on her rug near the fire dozing.
Could there be a more perfect morning?
Talking About Sex
In 8th grade, my girlfriends and I exchanged so much mis-information about sex. It is amusing today to recall our conversations. Continue reading “Talking About Sex”
Branded Litter Begone!
Reading this article in the Wall Street Journal (WSJ) this morning made me happy.
Chagrin or a frown is my usual response to business articles in the WSJ.
Not their fault, just the nature of the beast.
What to worry about or not…
Here is a list that Jazz Age novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald sent his 11-year old daughter Scottie in 1933 of things to and not to worry about.
She was the only child of Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. Continue reading “What to worry about or not…”
Thanks Google
I am in Alabama caring for my sweet little granddaughter while my son travels to conferences.
She attends daycare in the mornings. As I was sitting at my desk relishing the chance to work uninterrupted, my phone buzzed with a notification that someone was at the front door. Continue reading “Thanks Google”
Help Me Out Here, Einstein
When I consider that Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for over 24 years, I think what a long time that was. It seems inconceivable.
When I consider that my husband died at 58 years it does not seem nearly long enough. A life cut short. Continue reading “Help Me Out Here, Einstein”
Lori Greer in Portland 