In limbo between an old, dying economic model and some nebulous future one, how do we prepare ourselves for what comes next? A few days ago I posted a link to my Facebook page that prompted a few enraged replies, which I guess was just what I was looking for. (I was pissed off, and…
Ten years ago today, Hal and I got married in Belize. To celebrate our anniversary, here’s a little bit about how we came to fall in love with the place, and with each other. Beware: mushiness ahead
A few photos of the Chihuly exhibit at Cheekwood last fall, doctored up with iPhoto to bizarre effect:
Orwell thought muddled language led to muddled thinking. In a climate of overheated rhetoric in the public discourse, his message still resonates.
The worst thing about a slump, a bout of writer’s block, a dysthymic interlude–whatever you choose to call it–is that it’s lonesome in there. No light penetrates the Chamber of Self Torture, and the only sound is a drip-drip-drip of wasted time leaking out and the ominous hissing of something very nasty there in the…
To my mom’s great sorrow, I’m not a big fan of the whole Christmas thing. For one, I’m possibly the one female on this planet who hates shopping, especially in December, when our fellow man goes all frenzied and glassy-eyed and stores insist on broadcasting looped recordings of “Grandma Got Runover by a Reindeer.” I hate…
In the beginning, Cactus Man was mine. Now he belongs to everyone…or at least, to the very unlucky.
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent? I am a mere flower. -Rabindranath Tagore, from “Stray Birds”
The Greenery 