On the occasion of a horrendous election pending and the women v women way we behave

Ah, women. I am one, I think, and yet I am filled with puzzlement at them. I have a group of marvelous women friends who I adore. We all would come running to whomever needed support, would offer casseroles, muffins, homemade soup, a warm shoulder to cry upon. My friends keep me alive, make me…

Moving on

Just listening to Stan Carew on Weekend Mornings - he plays the best music and woke me this morning with a rousing fiddle tune by Natalie McMaster. I'm feeling my toes tap under the covers as I sluggishly awaken. But the song spoke to me. Lately I've heard from a quite a few people who…

Wheels within wheels within wheels

Sometimes I realize I've lost a few little grey cells over the years. Perhaps it was the tequila at our Mexican Christmas party many years ago (and the "pour everything into the pot" sangria). Perhaps it's the MS. Perhaps I'm not drinking enough. All I know is that my patience for trying to figure out…