Eight Days a Week

Eight Days a Week

Baby Boomer that I am – spending miserly, shopping for deals – at Sam’s I am not. Bill Engdahl enthusiast that I am, often smugly saying “here’s your sign” to some idiot. The sign pictured is not on a Wal-Mart wall, the box store...
Silver Architecture

Silver Architecture

‘Silver architecture’: what image does this phrase evoke for you? I’m all about inventive, creative language, avoiding trite like the plague. I like this phrase. It’s source is an article in The New York Times, the paper of the preferred Best...
The Seven Year Pen

The Seven Year Pen

So… I had a Big Birthday. Huge number. Big, almighty geez. How it affected me is unclear – to discover the scope of my thoughts, perspectives, and feelings is a reason to write, as you know. The process is amusing, not constraining. It keeps me off the...
Nirvana

Nirvana

What do you consider as peak achievement, a moment of zen? I’ve had many in my career as an SLP, many in my careers as loving wife, daughter, and friend. You’ve read some of them here. My life as a Miracle. Now I’ll share a moment of writer zen, my...
Women are from Venus; Men are from Mars

Women are from Venus; Men are from Mars

Lights out at 7:35 p.m. No, this is not a description of our Baby Boomer bedtime. Lights off, TV becalmed, desktop computers no longer sleeping, but shut down. More importantly, the carefully-plugged in emergency light poised between the kitchen and family room did...