an image of an open, coil-bound notebook, white, sitting on a white table against a white background with the Mary Oliver quote, "tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

Podcasts, social media, and inputs – an off-the-cuff joint.

Once upon a time, there were limits to how you could waste your “one precious life” (Mary Oliver). It mostly involved time spent at community gatherings and in conversation. Less enjoyable in the winter months, especially pre-car. Luckily, there was radio. People could sit together and listen to the news, music, and serial entertainment. Together was still part of the entertainment equation. Then came television … Continue reading Podcasts, social media, and inputs – an off-the-cuff joint.

Everyone loves an anniversary, and by “everyone,” I mean me.

Your birthday is an anniversary. Did you know that? You only have one original birthday, unless strange things are afoot. Every year after that first entry is a revisit. I don’t mind a revisit. I’m not someone who gives up on birthdays. I like celebrating the good things: hit me. I’m less a fan of remembered misery, but anniversaries show up there too. I’m lousy … Continue reading Everyone loves an anniversary, and by “everyone,” I mean me.

When Misogyny Ends.

“May you live in interesting times” is a great curse. “Interesting” is such a weighted word. I’d rather have come of age in less interesting times – the history I’ve lived through is full of such darkness. Vietmam. The explosions of the space shuttles. Various American wars. Tiananmen Square. 9/11. Lockerbie. Ecole Polytechnique. Sandy Hook. Sarin gas. And these are just off the top of … Continue reading When Misogyny Ends.

If mental illness was like a broken leg, people would help.

When I split from my son’s father, the lawyer gave me a piece of advice. Not unsolicited – I’d asked him how long it would take before I felt better. He told me that in his experience. it took about half the time of the relationship to pass before people felt fully disconnected from it. This didn’t mean that I didn’t move on. But damned … Continue reading If mental illness was like a broken leg, people would help.