The occasional wallowing, or how I wish I could chat with Sophia Loren

I have a lot of friends who are dealing with chronic illness or the illness of loved ones or bereavement or even the loss of pets. So when I saw this article, it called to me: "The Other Side of Grief" by Whitney Akers. The article links to a group of stories about how people coped…

Writing classes, or how to spend lots of money without really having to write

I'm guilty. I've been signing up for writing classes since I started writing way back when my youngest was 2 or so (He's in his late 20's). I've done college classes (excellent), online courses (variable).  Like Claudia Casper, I love literary festivals as well (SO fun and full of kindred spirits and one was in Iceland,…

Indecision…

"The problem," says Elizabeth Gilbert, "...is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice."   But then, Neil Gaiman (a person I gush over regularly, unlike Elizabeth Gilbert, who, though okay, is given to bromides) says: "Face your…

Fire and Fury

I'm surprisingly good at hiding my feelings and pretending things are okay. Especially when I am overwhelmed with emotion or fear. When my father died on Christmas Eve, I pulled the turkey out of the oven and served dinner to our guests. When I worked as a nurse, I could look at terrible wounds and…

Moist

Words - I love them. I even love the great huge portmanteau words (a la Alice in Wonderland) that carry loads of meanings between their consonants. I am gently mocked by friends and stared at by strangers when my three-syllable ones tumble out instead of shorter, clearer phrases. It's my sloppy brain filing system. I reach…

On being seen…

There's a lovely foolish Monty Python "military" training film on 'How Not To Be Seen.'  In the clip, people are hiding, NOT BEING SEEN, and then they are asked to stand up. Once they do so, they are either shot or blown to smithereens. I feel viewing this in my formative teens MAY have had…

Does It Ever Get Dark Here – Little Fiction | Big Truths – Medium

IN the summer, busloads of American tourists arrive in the Yukon. Invariably awed by the midnight sun, they shuffle up to locals, ice cream cones in one hand and guidebooks in the other, asking… — Read on medium.com/little-fiction-big-truths/does-it-ever-get-dark-here-9f51d9b012fc Love the writing in this. I can feel that hate in me, too, but it is for…

Now is the Summer of our Discontent

Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

On Royal Weddings, PDA, and the Preservation of Love

I'm not a royal fan, though I give the Queen all sorts of credit for serving her office with grace and charm throughout some tumultuous years. I've always been suspicious of inherited positions and wealth - it's so cynical of me because of course, I inherited privilege as well - a healthy upbringing, sort of,…

Prepared to grieve

The tragedy of the Humboldt hockey players bus crash and the loss of all those sweet boys was and is truly horrible. I feel for parents and friends and other teams and everyone involved. Especially the driver that survived... But while this is happening, and we respond by doing things like putting hockey sticks outside…