43 is…

43 is… …a golden, delicious Spanish liquor or so I hear – my aging stomach pretty much only tolerates an occasional red or white with food…and coquito on Christmas. Otherwise, heartburn. …is the atomic number of technetium. It’s silvery gray, much like the crown of my head these days. It’s radioactive and can be used in medical… Continue reading 43 is…

42 is…

…the answer I give when someone asks me “How many…?” – I don’t even let them ask me how many of what. I cut them off, because it’s funnier that way. Ever seen “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”…? But it’s a lot more… …is the number of the Rule in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland that… Continue reading 42 is…

Life Changes: Spinning…Spun. Spent…Surviving.

Oh man, how I’ve missed this space and at the same time…it’s been the most difficult space in my life for me to be in. That’s me up there…the spinning top.  It’s been exactly 8 months since I’ve published anything here…and forever and a day since I actually sat down to write this the first… Continue reading Life Changes: Spinning…Spun. Spent…Surviving.

Orwellian Meditations and Being in Another’s Shoes – Empathy is Key

I started to write this on Day 10…. it is Day 15.  By the time you read this it will be Day 17. Do you know where your empathy is? More on that later. I worked on the day of the Inauguration. I’ve watched every one that has occurred since I’ve been able to watch… Continue reading Orwellian Meditations and Being in Another’s Shoes – Empathy is Key

Stand Up, Sit-In or March – A Tribute to MLK, Jr.

On this day, we celebrate MLK, Jr., his dreams and ideals. Under normal circumstances and in the past, I’d listen to his famous speeches, talk to the little monkey about history, thank the universe we were making progress. This year…is different. The circumstances are not normal, no matter how some people try to make it… Continue reading Stand Up, Sit-In or March – A Tribute to MLK, Jr.

Shiva is Over…Post-Election Thoughts

The Jewish people have a mourning ritual that takes place after the death of a loved one, called sitting shiva. Seven days of mourning, gathering, visiting, eating deli and wallowing. The more traditional of us have our mirrors covered and sit low to the ground. I’m not one of those more traditional, but all I’ve… Continue reading Shiva is Over…Post-Election Thoughts