The photographs of my life huddle together in the darkness, secure in a bedroom cabinet. They now lead quiet lives, disturbed only occasionally. They once brought only pleasure to me and upon inspection, wonder. Now going through them brings a quotient of sadness too. The scale began to tip about 10 or 15 years ago. … Continue reading The Quiet Lives of Old Photographs
What does it mean to "come home?"
Watching the take-over of our country by the politicians currently in power is a bit like watching someone you've known and respected all your life suddenly become stinking drunk, unrecognizable and out of control.tchi You might watch in disbelief. You might leave the room. Both are choices. There's a litany of words written daily … Continue reading Guess who? inexperienced, bombastic, moron, #@%*#@g moron, impulsive, mentally ill, narcissist, bully, undignified, etc.
Several years ago I joined a tour group to see a part of Japan that's relatively hard to get to as a foreigner. I'd requested a single room when I traveled because I'd learned from taking other tours I needed "time off" from the rest of the group when the day was done. At … Continue reading RIP, My Friend Betsy
This morning, I listened to a recording of Frank Sinatra singing All the Way. It's been a long time since I've heard it. I was immediately flooded with the romantic memories of listening to this song as I drove in a car with my boyfriend on a balmy, moonlit Miami night. At that time, I … Continue reading All the Way