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“Happy as Larry”
Social greetings differ according to the mores and customs of cultures. Here perfunctory is the default. We’ll be ‘Haooy as Larry’ when we travel soon in Australia, aka ‘Down Under.’
Conversational Repair Strategies
Conversation is an essential social endeavor, at the heart of being human. Conversation is dialogue, not monologue, though some people seem not to know it. It is also not diatribe, for anger just isn't that interesting. It does not create ties that bind. Connection is...
Stalwart
The bulbs were easy to slid into the damp earth early last December, the month of persistent mist and drizzle. They'd spent the obligatory six weeks in the refrig to emulate frost. Direct from Holland, their purchase was commemoration of my seventh year of...
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
As an avid Beatlemaniac, I have long agreed that the Beatles transformed the world. From men's hairstyles to social attitudes to musical innovation, their hands touched more than our hearts and their musical instruments. But who knew that the world's most famous...
Last Rites
Yesterday I posted about Death and Taxes, the American inevitabilities. It was a scary day for a friend and her husband, which prompted thoughts of such a day in my life. Over 100 days have passed. With some emotional distance, perhaps I can write it out...it was...
Death and Taxes
Back story and other info about a famous phrase uttered by one of our founding fathers, Ben Franklin, of whom I’m very fond.
House guests #4: whether you like it or not
The winter season has passed and taken its weather with it. Weather happens whether we like it or not, so we grin and bare it. We are blessed in southern California because with weather we most often get to bare it, not bear it. Ha-ha-yeah! As you know we have...
Dunk!
It was the 60's in northwestern Indiana. Though our small town was proximate to the trials of the Chicago 7 and pre-election riots televised for all to see, we were worlds apart. We lived the idyllic, self-contained, ritualistic life of those close to the land....
I feel Pretty
"Pretty, I feel pretty..." I never related to this tuneful phrase until after my cancer diagnosis, with its treatment and trials, not the least of which was discovering that I was not included with 'them'. Triple bad and ugly. It was very difficult to assimilate that....
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