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Why I Have to be Full of Myself

I’m a BADASS. That’s my latest self-talk, after being targeted on Facebook with an ad for a gaudy costume jewelry piece featuring a sunflower that splits open to reveal a circle that says YOU ARE A BADASS. ​​ Well I have posted and talked about sunflowers quite a bit on Facebook – it’s really one of my favorite flowers. Before that ad showed in my newsfeed I had never used the word BADASS.  But I suppose a Facebook bot surmised I...

Einstein, the BADASS Cold Tub and FOMO

“Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.”– Albert Einstein Since apparently there is a rumor – now over a year old – that I’m going off the rails and we’re witnessing a train wreck about to happen…it’s just so damned fun to play the part!​​They say necessity is the mother of invention and dang-nabbit, I need me a bathtub! Because rumor also has it that I spend four hours a day in the tub. You know how much...

The Divorce Casket

It was not on my agenda to write tonight – but when I brought home groceries this evening and tossed my purse on the counter, fishing out receipts, I accidentally opened the little mini-photo album I carry in my purse and it revealed a picture of me and my recently divorced husband looking down into the camera for a selfie on a trip to Florida with palm trees above our heads.  I suppose I need to go through this little album...

Thoughts on the Flight of the Blue Angels

My immense sadness and grief over what we are witnessing in our nation continues, and I want to share some thoughts. First, I am thankful for all those who serve in our military with love and diligence to protect us here in this nation.Today I have noticed some  talking about today’s flight of the Blue Angels which according to one source was “designed as a tribute to COVID-19 frontline responders” and was planned over the mid-Atlantic region from New York and down through New...

Somewhere Else

I was taking a short walk tonight for some exercise and when I first came outside it was a bit windy.  Something about it felt like the ocean to me even though it is a back road and far from the ocean.  Like a whiff of lilacs or Grandmom’s rosewater from childhood, windy sensations of the beach hold special, safe and good memories for me.When I was going through my many difficulties last summer and into January of this year...

Artists, Existential Dread and Coronapocalypse

So.You are watching some of your favorite great films during all this, right?Reading a good book or classic poetry?Comforted by some artwork on your wall, long ago bought at an arts festival?Listening to some classic rock? Your favorite comedian? Historically many artists are often viewed as starving and thus by implication, non-workers. Non-contributors – financially – to society.  Because, everyone knows that money and wealth accumulation is what makes us human, right?  The horrible irony in all this is the societal...

I Don’t Know How to Eat This Apple

I tend to be someone who notices and contemplates ironies in situations. For a long time we have known how social media sometimes isolates people from real life relationships and contact. But now that we need to isolate ourselves physically, social media may be one of the greatest tools to help our communities and nation and world survive things like this on all different levels. The ease by which information is shared and we can check on others is amazing....

More Sobering Thoughts Should Our Liquor Stores Run Dry

I know I just wrote some thoughts today about our food supply – and then, I picked one of my Spotify playlists to put on and try to get some artwork done. For some reason I selected my “Melancholy” playlist created several years ago and one of my favorite Harry Chapin songs came on, “A Better Place To Be” and…well…here I am writing again. It is easy to poeticize the isolated alcoholic in songs such as Harry Chapin’s “A Better Place To...