Revolutionary regrets, I’ve had a few…

Wouldn't it be wonderful if the oppressed of the world could actually succeed in overthrowing the oppressors? Everywhere there is seething, but the outcomes are minimal, except for those killed, beaten, and imprisoned in the protest. Tyrants become stronger. It breaks my heart. I remember travelling to Havana last Christmas, eager to see the Revolution's…

Loving and the tummy

Okay. I'm round. I've always been round, pretty much. I've just varied in terms of degree. It's depressing, in one way - people judge me based on my weight and decide I am stupid, or lazy, or desperate for love, or have low self-esteem. None of those is true. I merely enjoy life, and all…

Oh, Lance, Lance…

Way back when I was still married, my young son spent an entire summer getting up at before dawn hours to drag his comforter into the den and curl up and watch the Tour de France. He watched every stage, knew about all the riders, the speed challenges, the mountain climbing. He was so inspired,…