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 :
: 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? :
: greetings from the rabbit hole :
Hello normal, well-adjusted people with social skills. It’s me, the genial humanlike creature who’s keeps falling down rabbit holes — lovely places where landing has neither impact nor consequences. To be clear, these aren’t actually a ‘fall’ in the traditional sense. That would imply an accident. My trips — no pun intended — are intentional. … Continue reading : greetings from the rabbit hole :
: ambushed :
By a surprise attack from Barnes & Noble. One I never saw coming. Here’s how it went down: After donating blood yesterday, I decided to reward myself with a new book and a caramel macchiato. It wasn’t exactly a snap decision. I debated against it vigorously, pointing out a number of things I need more … Continue reading : ambushed :
: the stillness of Christmas :
I don’t pretend to be smart. There’s much in this world I don’t understand and can’t explain, especially physics, that’s way out of my league. But I am alert and somewhat observant, perfectly capable of noticing the real, everyday stuff of life. I can, in fact, distinguish reality from fantasy in a heartbeat. And there's … Continue reading : the stillness of Christmas :
: I need some lucky shoes :
We all do, I suppose. These are unusually trying times; missteps and hostility abound and I’m beyond worried. Originally, I’d planned for this post to be about winter and the danger its slick, icy conditions present to stumblebums such as myself. I just can’t afford another broken leg (hip, if you want to be a … Continue reading : I need some lucky shoes :
: the dreaded reset :
Well, here we are. Slogging through the first official day of standard time. We knew it was coming, right? We tried to prepare. But, c’mon, how do your prepare to lose daylight, a beloved, life-enhancing commodity? You can’t. Standard time has all the charm of unwelcome, domineering houseguests. No matter how rude you are. No … Continue reading : the dreaded reset :
the whirly girl 