One-up womanship is a pain in the butt

One-up womanship is a pain in the butt

Yesterday I met Predatory Pam for tea-and-me-and-thee. I hoped for mutual benefit. When I arrived, in an area not in my ‘hood, she was posed in front of the coffee shop window, as if ensconced on a throne, well perched and poised, ready to – Strike. Me....
Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock

Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock

How would you have liked to awaken to the “Star Spangled Banner,” rendered on guitar by a black guitarist, one who invented a new way to work the strings with his overlong thumb? One who famously set his guitar on fire, actually as well as metaphorically....
Benefits of a Book

Benefits of a Book

For three years I’ve been writing a book, a novel activity for me –       I highly recommend it. The title, STASHES, came from the Lord above, I swear. It just infused, floated into mind, with narrative arcs imagined, bit by bit over time. The prompts and...
The Great Walk

The Great Walk

I carry in my wallet a picture of a heart: a schematic of my dad’s blockages and remedy shunts. On the back, listed in his own hand, are the dates of his pacemaker operations. It’s a small plastic-coated card, meant as medic alert, the size of Master Card...
Feeling Tready

Feeling Tready

Are you aqua-fit or aqua-fat? I don’t have to choose: I am both. You see, my mindful fitness routine includes water aerobics. I’ve just attended my 100th class. Feeling tready, I am. However, my unmindful imbibing infuses its own routine: each week I lose...