Recovery Road has too many hills – an off-the-cuff joint.
Did you know that Peter Gabriel named five of his albums, “Peter Gabriel”? I guess he hated coming up with titles too. His new stuff is good – “Playing for Time” is in my “current rotation” Spotify playlist. It’s good. But I digress. A neat trick considering I haven’t started. I feel fat today. Fat is not a feeling, something they hammer home in eating … Continue reading Recovery Road has too many hills – an off-the-cuff joint.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day – an off-the-cuff joint.
There are some beautiful, knowledgeable posts up about St. Paddy’s Day and the different celebrations that abound. There are probably ones teaching a bit about the day as well. This isn’t one of those. I know very little besides the demand to wear green. I have a legitimate claim to the day – great-grandma on my dad’s side was Irish, and his mother, though raised … Continue reading Happy St. Patrick’s Day – an off-the-cuff joint.
We’re greedy.
We’re greedy. We’re a more-ish species, not to be confused with Moorish. Though some of us might be Moorish as well. For me, that’s unlikely. My line seems confined to the British Isles once you trace it back to the greats, save for a random German fellow on my father’s side who found his way in, once upon a time. So, unlikely, not impossible, but … Continue reading We’re greedy.
Of course, I’m a feminist.
I’m female, so I choose feminism. Feminism is not, and has never been, antimen. Equality isn’t a pie although many seem confused by that truth. More for some isn’t less for others. A definition for your review, one I like: feminism is an interdisciplinary approach to issues of equality and equity based on gender, gender expression, gender identity, sex, and sexuality as understood through social … Continue reading Of course, I’m a feminist.
From Famine to Feast 