New Bob Old Bob Bob Dylan concerts continue to disappoint me. In the 80s and 90s, instead of the iconic Bob Dylan singing his 60s protest songs and thumbing his nose at the establishment, I saw a re-jiggered Bob Dylan singing… Read More ›
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Ephemera
The ruddy buds are crawling like so many bugs down the branches of the plum tree in front of my house. Tomorrow or the next day, the tree will burst into bloom for a brief period, casting a pink, hazy glow. I watch… Read More ›
Existential deck chairs
“It’s like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.” I think about this phrase a lot; it is both humorously ironic and darkly profound. It’s all about the innocent focusing on the trivial when doom is in store. Of course… Read More ›
Listing dangerously
I am an inveterate maker of lists. I create them on scraps of paper, post-its, fat pads, backs of envelopes, corners of books. Things to do. Things to buy. Things to consider. Books to read. Things to avoid. Questions… Read More ›
Sense of direction
How to get there I am awash in directions: Next to my computer I have typed up directions for my camera, my IPOD, my scanner, the TV remotes, the Blue Ray player, the DVR and more. Before I attempt a visit… Read More ›
Civil is as civil does
After the Phoenix shootings, there was a lot of chatter about the disgraceful lack of civility in our country. Any disagreement, small or large, seems to spark rude, scathing, ad hominem remarks and/ or violent actions. This boorish discourse, some… Read More ›
Sufficient unto the day
Back in school, weren’t we all taught to see history as progressive? The bad old days were unpredictable, insecure and dangerous (nasty, brutish and short) . As luck and hard work would have it, we proceeded neatly from the dark ages to present… Read More ›
Happy 60th Birthday, Bro!
Two of a kind “Our spouses arrive comparatively late in our lives; our parents eventually leave us. Our siblings may be the only people we’ll ever know who truly qualify as partners for life.” –Time Magazine 7/2/96 My younger brother… Read More ›
Toothpick in a club sandwich
After an exhausting week of care giving, working, care taking and just plain caring, I don’t have too much left. Like many 60 somethings I am caught in the middle of three (or four if you count my husband) generations,… Read More ›
Old self/new self
Having multiple versions of a self is not necessarily a bad thing! (I’m not talking about Sybil and The Three Faces of Eve- multiple personality syndrome.) A recent book by Sherry Turkle, Alone Together, bemoans the “false selves” that young people project… Read More ›