
Free speech is a funny thing. Here in the good ‘ole US of A, we’re allowed to say whatever we want, but our Constitution doesn’t protect us from our listeners. Because while we have the…
Free speech is a funny thing. Here in the good ‘ole US of A, we’re allowed to say whatever we want, but our Constitution doesn’t protect us from our listeners. Because while we have the…
To talk about the fact that I haven’t been blogging much or not to…” That is my question. My question may seem less dramatic than Hamlet’s, but it feels as fraught with pain, frustration, worry…
At the start of the 35th week of my pregnancy, I went in for my weekly checkup with the midwives. And my blood pressure was 210 over 165. Which is, how do you say: not….
According to me, my comfort zone has habitually been small. And dictated by strict regulations. And ruled by a scared and scarred and horrid little voice that warned that stepping out of bounds would bring…
I have this wonderful friend. I think she’s in her 70’s, but that seems unreal to me, because she seems much, much younger—yet at the same time, she’s eternally wise and worldly. She’s a conundrum….
And behind the hijinks, this is a also a post that proves last week’s post completely true. Ah, how I love when life parodies art. But, seriously. The last 14 hours or so have certainly…
My dear, adorable friend, Jenni Avins just astounds me. I may have mentioned her to you before. She has a blog called, Closettour, and she is, in the true flavor of a Gen Y’er (I…
For the last three days in a row, when I’ve gone out to my car in the morning, I’ve found the same things all fluttered about. Leaves. Just three or four. But leaves all the…
Just like my post about choosing a word, Andi Fisher is likewise and entirely to blame for today’s post. Because she just sent me the most extraordinary book. I highly recommend it for women AND…