A walk in the park, and why there should be an Academy of Cashiering Arts and Sciences

So, the Academy Awards were this weekend. We watched a bit of them, which sparked a thought about the day before. Sweetheart was at work and I was performing my weekly “take a lame-ass stab at bringing some order to the Landfill I Call Home” exercise in futility when the phone rang. It was R, calling to … Continue reading A walk in the park, and why there should be an Academy of Cashiering Arts and Sciences

I’d rather eat homework than words: a shoutout to the culinary arts and a little Brian Williams rant

Today is all about taste - good and bad. First, the bad. That would be Brian Williams. It wasn't enough for Brian to be a tall, handsome, white, rich and hugely successful anchorman at NBC News. He had to lie about being in a helicopter that was shot down in Iraq so he could also appear to … Continue reading I’d rather eat homework than words: a shoutout to the culinary arts and a little Brian Williams rant

A high school high point and why now is better

We were standing in the living room of my sister’s house when my 16-year-old niece (who will never be smarter again in her life than she is now) said, “C’mon, tell me you wouldn’t want to be 16 again.” What I wanted to say was “*#^K NO!!!! ARE YOU CRAZY????” What I said, instead, was … Continue reading A high school high point and why now is better

Travels with Mom: a trip to the Neurologist

So, yesterday I took Mom to the neurologist. She’s been having more of these spells where one minute she’s fine, and the next she’s crumpling up like a boneless doll. They’re not pretty. The nurse practitioner at the nursing home where she lives thought it might be the Parkinson’s disease progressing, so we moved her … Continue reading Travels with Mom: a trip to the Neurologist

Dave Margoshes, Ayelet Waldman and what matters

So, last Friday I took a half-day off work because it was Writer’s Lunch. Every December for the past five – or maybe six – years, Annie, Elaine, Judy, Shauna and I pick a restaurant and go out for lunch. We have the best time. We laugh, we drink, sometimes I empty my purse because … Continue reading Dave Margoshes, Ayelet Waldman and what matters

How to become part of a musical instrument

Spoiler alert: I’m going to talk about the picture at the top of this blog. If you don’t want to know what’s going on, stop reading. I didn’t know Kit was taking the picture. I was busy scattering our friend Julie’s ashes. I'd never done anything like that before and was apprehensive. Then I got my handful. They … Continue reading How to become part of a musical instrument