I am in here.
Tis a lovely Sunday morning, so sunny you could easily forget that it’s December (and a Day of Infamy, at that). In fact, it’s so pretty that I have to put in a blog entry out of sheer exuberance. But just so as this thing has some redeeming value, here’s a bit of humor via … Continue reading Sunday morning
I live with a committed Republican, so I can see the politics up front, so to speak. But I can’t stomach the party any more — especially after the local Republicans made it very clear to my husband that they didn’t want any moderates (like him) helping. He’d made the mistake of trying to get … Continue reading putting it into words
The way to do Manhattan, I’m just figuring out, is early in the morning. I was out before nine, which is early for me. And all by myself. To absorb the city, you must be alone. Pictures to follow… just remembered I have to download them from the camera before I can upload them to … Continue reading nyc in the morning
Sid tells me to write my own stories, not someone else’s. He means not simply anything I can make up in my head, but my own story. The story that is part of me. To which end: my story currently consists of typing a lot in order to avoid helping my husband to medicate the … Continue reading procrastination
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