I am in here.
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
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
I am working my way, fairly quickly, through Chaim Potok’s My Name is Asher Lev. On this coming Wednesday, I lead the monthly lunchtime book-club talk on it. I first read the book at the request of my high school English teacher. I had other English teachers at that school, but half the years, she … Continue reading My name is…
Don’t know why I didn’t find Meryl Yourish’s blog before, but perhaps it’s one of those delayed fate things. I would have felt so much better after finding the Easterblogg bit of hatred if I’d found her blog as well. Maybe the universe just needs me to stop cranking so it can let me find … Continue reading new place to go
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