That’s me. I’m the neutrino, which is Italian for ‘little neutral one’ and science describes as a little whisp of almost nothing. Add bad hair and that’s me to an absolute t. However, in the grand scheme of things, doesn’t it seem as if we’re all turning into neutrinos? I mean, we’re incredibly abundant critters, … Continue reading : the thoughts of a neutrino :
: a bloody good time :
Guess what I did this morning. I gave blood. It’s one way I can be helpful. So, with spring having arrived, I decided to walk to the Red Cross for my appointment and actually arrived early. Minus my I.D. So I walked back home, grabbed my driver’s license, and walked right back again. To my … Continue reading : a bloody good time :
: schrödinger’s email :
One recent morning I laid in bed, half awake and half asleep, nary a thought in my head. All I knew was, I was warm and comfy and safe. Barely conscious, too. The sun danced on the wall. A breeze fluttered the curtains. It was mesmerizing. The outside world didn’t even exist. Until the shrill … Continue reading : schrödinger’s email :
: an unexpected battleground :
Remember when we used to get on an elevator and everyone stared straight ahead? In awkward, uncomfortable silence? I do. I miss those days, they were good times. Quiet, peaceful, we all minded our own business then. Or pretended to. Sure, there was an occasional sneer. A heavy sigh or two of impatient disgust. A … Continue reading : an unexpected battleground :
: my new happy place :
Is none other than — drum roll, please — the United States Post Office. Trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are. Like most folks, I forget it exists. And that, I believe, is the beauty of the post office. They’re just there, forever at the ready. Standing by with stamps and scales, tape, … Continue reading : my new happy place :
: okay, i’m done, now what? :
That's no idle question. I’m borderline desperate for an answer, because, once again, I find myself without a clue. While clumsy floundering is my standard procedure, there’s a difference this time: I've accomplished something. Something worthwhile, even. I wrote a children’s book. Me. The lazy, unmotivated slug put in the work and followed through with an … Continue reading : okay, i’m done, now what? :
: the cost of regret :
Imagine this. You wake up on this, the first morning of daylight savings time, and take stock of things. The sun's shining, the weather verges on warmish, and there are no crises (real or imagined) demanding attention. For the first time in a very long time, you have the luxury of following your heart. For … Continue reading : the cost of regret :
: do americans deserve democracy? :
Here it is, 4:05 in the morning and I can’t find the ‘off’ switch on my brain. It’s wide awake and in overdrive. You see, I fear for Ukraine and, at the same time, I marvel at their single-minded resolve. Although they’re outnumbered and under-equipped, they’ve mounted a united and fearless defense against a power-hungry … Continue reading : do americans deserve democracy? :
the whirly girl 