Madrid Again -August 4/5

Traveling alone can be challenging. Today I left my friends at the bus stop. Each going our separate ways. I checked into my hotel in La Latina neighborhood of Madrid, threw my suitcase on the rack, washed my face, took off my shoes and wondered whether I had the energy to go and explore. I …

I’m too old for this shit, I think. 7 August 2022

My daughter is a music artist. She sings. Boy does she ever. She’s really good. It’s not just that I’m her mother. There’s nothing worse (in my book…) than a loud obnoxious, kvelling mother goin on incessantly about her talented child but…others agree and, She gets paid for her art. She sings every Sunday at …

Days of my Life #57

Upside Down Lately I’ve had my head in a book whilst sitting in my planetary chair, but now that I think about it perhaps would be better were I standing on my head while reading or writing for that matter. Actually I’ve been reading several books in a variety of places so a new position …

Days of my Life #56

Move up in the world. Get ahead. Make something of yourself. The above subtitles have been brought to you by, you guessed it, the modern day saga of Capitalism, that good ole boy mythology of mass industrialization, promoted by the corporate white man’s brotherhood which entices, then denies, liberally, especially to people of color, then …

Days of my Life #55

Give it Back Already! OK I’m playing with words again. Except...At this time it’s really not play. I mean business! IF you are currently living in any big city or a small one, I’m certain, unless you are fucking blind or have a severe case of NIMBY tunnel vision, you cannot avoid seeing the homeless …

Days of my Life #52

Motivation. Am I stuck in the midst of “who gives a fuck town” or “I’ll do it when I damn well feel like it” as I float over “in a rut isle”? Maybe it’s only for today, though I think it’s been this past week (month?) where I’ve felt it would be better to be …

Days of my Life #50

Ghosted on Match.com I know. I know. Mercury is in retrograde a few more days so I should’ve immediately realized the guy who was hitting me up was either married, an ax murderer, an at-home- jackoff- of all trades, or a fake...but what the heck? I was looking for love. It all started out quite …

Days of my Life #48

“This shit is too weird for words.” “Like sci fi.” “As the stomach turns.” “So surreal, seriously.” “Its Like a bad dream.” “Hard to get my head wrapped around this...” Those were the snippets/phraselettes that zipped through my brain as masked daughter and I snaked our way through Trader Joe’s (Aldi’s foster child, originally birthed …

Days of my Life #44

There’s no Shit it’s Just Compost. That’s what I’ve told my clients ...the ones recovering from trauma and abuse. It’s been several decades since I first began using that phrase and it still works. It’s always brought ah ha’s, laughter and head nods. Anyone who gardens successfully knows that the best soil is full of …

Days of my Life #43

I fed the animals yesterday. Tired of being cooped up at home and overwrought by the crap state of our country, we (daughter, grandson and I) drove the hour plus to Johnson City, Texas to the Exotic Resort Zoo where, from the comfort of our car’s air conditioning, we petted, viewed and fed an assortment …