We mothers – we are merely rudders, guiding our children’s ships through the storms and over the turbulent seas of life – we guide them as steadily and as best we can, but we are not the only influence that determines the outcome of the journey… Who am I today? I am a woman, a […]
It is a poorly-kept secret that I have been writing “elsewhere” and not on this blog, the last couple of weeks. My friend Rasheed Hooda, who once declared me Queen of the No-Niche Bloggers, likes to do to me what I so blithely do to others. Like the Pied Piper, but instead of a flute […]
Oh, don’t look at me like that. Liam’s a housefly, and it was a mercy killing. While we’re at it, Liam’s not his real name. His real name is Musca Domestica, or Murf, for short. At least that’s what it sounded like as I smooshed him with the wooden blinds. “Murrrrf.” And don’t think I […]
We meet with stark denial The unspeakable unknown. A dire dullness creeps, Settles, swaths in sleep A dawning, drowning Dismal truth. Wild-eyed the urge To turn the page, to skim To skip ahead, past present Pandemic plodding (Just a peek!) To find out how it ends. Who cares? Who cares. Read slowly, savor sunshine. Put […]
Steel-gray, the morning sky, done with night’s temper tantrum, spent, resigned itself to quiet weeping. Joy, sapped of strength and spirit, lay lifeless on a disheveled bed, clothed in crimson. “Why are they still here?” Anger seethed, and gnashed his teeth, unable to look at his son and daughter. He tossed a bag of coins […]
I have a love-hate relationship with poetry, including my own. Too much of it is contrived, precious, melodramatic, and affected. This one, though, makes me laugh, and maybe cements my claim to being the only person who’s written a poetic ode to roadkill in sonnet form.
20 years ago, I probably rang in the New Year with Prince’s 1983 hit, Party Like It’s 1999. It would be a long time till I’d feel like partying, again. In 1999, my daughter was in middle school. Columbine happened. It was far away, in another state, but we were still capable of feeling shock, […]
…sense memories niggling at the back of your brain like caramel corn and candy apples, or mulled cider simmering on the stovetop. Or that one overused autumn trope that deserves to find its face on a red Solo cup.
Do we really need to regulate the minutiae of human interaction? Or is it enough to warn of the bigger pitfalls – social gaffes that might well start a war?
Sometimes, you just need your mobile phone to act like a phone. After a recent update to the Android operating system – Android 9, July 1 security patch – on my Samsung Galaxy Note 9, I was unable to answer a phone call from the lock screen. I could press the call answer or hang […]
Children love to help out, to feel valued, and to belong. They are eager volunteers, but there are surprisingly few meaningful opportunities for them to help out in their communities. Raising Men Lawn Care Service seeks to change that.
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The story, so far: Six months into 2019, and I was losing my mind. I saw down on the front step, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and reached into my purse again. It could not possibly be empty. And indeed, it wasn’t. I swore under my breath, a mixture of irritation and relief. […]
We should have seen it coming, but we were all so caught up in the work, so distracted by each breakthrough and invention, that we’d barely had time to breath, eat, or sleep, let alone consider the logical and ethical ramifications of what we’d accomplished.
Thank you, Dad… …for demonstrating the importance of education, and setting a good example; …for letting me play with your monstrosity of a calculator – I would never understand the math (no doubt, to your everlasting frustration), but its resemblance to a typewriter surely had some influence on me; …for your even temper; …for taking me nice […]