Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I wonder if, in days of old, we were as concerned about legacy and “leaving a mark” as we are now. I suppose, in a way, the obsession with sons and the family name is a type of that. Donald Trump is an example of this trend, of this desperate desire to secure a legacy in the face of … Continue reading What We Leave Behind When We Go – an off-the-cuff joint
I haven’t been writing much since my daughter and two grandsons moved in, mostly because it has been difficult, and when things are difficult, I tend to withdraw, shut down, and organize. Serenity through tidying, or something like that. I thought I might struggle with their presence on a practical level – it’s been a while since I had a full house – but it’s … Continue reading A Conflicted Home – an off-the-cuff joint.
1. I’m not at my best in the fall – depression takes over and takes me for a ride. It’s interesting – I can feel my depression creeping up on me as October marches on, and I can feel my brain starting to come back online in fits and starts as December progresses. It’s an odd thing to feel your thinking turn back on. My … Continue reading December and the Primal Scream – an off-the-cuff joint.
When I got involved with a man who had kids, I read all the parenting books I could find. Ditto when I found out I was pregnant. I do not like to “wing it,” especially when so much information is available. It makes sense, therefore, that I researched bringing home rescue dogs before I did. “Of course, you did,” is how those in my circle … Continue reading Research, reality, and new pets.
From Famine to Feast 