Category: Musings

Today at 5:31 pm

Approaching “A Further Shore”

You know, every so often life takes you by the scruff of the neck and gives you a good—a really good–shaking. Everything goes blotto. Numb. Still everything hurts. Up till then, things were going along swimmingly. Your family got fed.…

Today at 5:25 pm

A Leveler

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27 Nov at 12:56 am

Some Years of Brussels Sprouting

In the Kitchen, at the Table

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I want to write a few lines about Brussels sprouts before the stroke of Thanksgiving… Hard for me. Doing my best. But here we go. Yes, I read online there has been some genetic pushing and pulling in the Brussels…

20 Nov at 11:15 pm

Oh, David!

Doing My Best

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I began writing this “sickabed-on-two-chairs…” Not really two chairs…our big bed…but I love that old-fashioned expression. I’ve been ill—wretched deep hacking cough of bronchitis—because my son—my firstborn—is in the hospital. Gravely ill. (Hate that adjective.) Whether or not he will…

5 Nov at 7:14 pm

“Turn the volume up!!!”

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Here I am. Still sickabed on two chairs. Never occurred to me I’d be in bed with bronchitis for a whole long week. Nuisance. (The worst part is I didn’t get around to unpacking from our trip to Boise when…

1 Nov at 6:12 pm

Just Checking In…

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Not well. My old friend from Mill Valley days, Bronchitis, has pushed its way through the door and taken hold of me. (In Mill Valley our house was in a grove of dew-dripping redwood trees and I was constantly plagued…

20 Oct at 9:16 pm

The March

Around and About

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Nothing I can add to what you’ve likely read and heard about the tens of thousands of us across the country. Just that I’m so glad I did it… What was surprising is that I would say the average age…

15 Oct at 2:32 pm

My I Love America Morning!

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My I LOVE AMERICA* Morning: This Saturday (October 18th) I’m going to join the No-Kings Protest here in Santa Cruz. Walk one mile through town… Be one more American sending Trump a message that he has got to give up…

14 Oct at 2:30 am

The Trip That Settled Traveling Again?

Aging Ain’t for Sissies

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When I was four years old my grandmother dressed me in my best, drove me to the Los Angeles train station, tearfully handed me and my little suitcase to a Super Chief “nurse-stewardess.” The uniformed stewardess never left my side…

2 Oct at 5:12 pm

The Inspiring Jane

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I can’t imagine there is even a handful of women of a certain age on this planet who, this morning, don’t feel diminished by the loss of their sister, Jane Goodall. Ach! When I was of traveling ability I so…