I feel not quite right. My world has been upended, a hard thing for someone used to and fond of minimal change. Things are starting to level, for myself and the child now in my care, but we had a rough week. Head-bumping. Conflict. Annoyance. I accept the lion’s share of the blame. I cannot allow myself to forget, even for a moment, that this … Continue reading Internalized chaos – an off-the-cuff joint.
I have issues with Christmas. It’s the same problem I have with Easter. We observed the major holidays growing up because my mother is a believer. My dad was agnostic for most of his adult life though he’s switched back to the beliefs of his childhood now that he’s old. In a casual way – formal Catholicism isn’t his jam. My mother’s Anglican and that’s … Continue reading Here comes Santa Claus.
I like to think I’m good at metaphor. Part of the reason for that is that metaphors don’t have to be pithy. I’m team-why use one word when six are standing by in the queue? I try to keep Stephen King’s admonishments against adverbs in mind, but it’s hard. Why give us words if we’re not supposed to use them? I’m also not brilliant at … Continue reading I love a good aphorism.
When you grow up, you realize that little in life is an either-or proposition. Except for Nazis. Nazis are always bad. If you’re in a group that also welcomes Nazis and you stay and still think you’re a good person and not a Nazi, think again. Every rule needs an exception. Most binary choices are related to really bad things. Even then, the choice is … Continue reading Few choices are binary.
From Famine to Feast. 