I’ve blogged for a long time. I started on Blogger years ago. My site there existed until last year when I finally downloaded the posts and shut it down. It’s strange how reticent we are to close social media accounts. I blogged on Tumblr as well – I have a page for prose and a page for poetry (I haven’t updated the latter in some … Continue reading What’s in a blog – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’ve spent the last two weeks packing up things I no longer need, culling the surfeit of possessions I’ve acquired during my adult years with a ruthlessness I’ve not been able to bring to bear before. I am cleaning house. It’s not all for donation. I’m biting the bullet and having a garage sale. I’ve got the date set – the weekend of September 15th … Continue reading I’m an empty nester – an off-the-cuff joint.
Did you get caught up in the Barbenheimer craze? Did you watch Barbie on the big screen? Did you spend the three hours on Oppenheimer? Did you mortgage a kidney to pay for snacks? For me, the answers are yes, no, and no. I have a cinema loyalty card – I get discounted eats. I’d planned to see both, perhaps even on the same day … Continue reading I love the movies – an off-the-cuff joint.
I don’t do all that well in groups, especially in groups I arrive at after-the-fact. This is as true of friendship as it is of the workspace. You can break into established groups, but because you’re late to the party, you have to play by their rules for a while even if you disagree with them. I’m not wired that way. People used to ask … Continue reading I’m not hierarchical – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 