The Next Road Taken

~~ A bleak cold winter’s gray weighted sky, No crunch of leaves reduced underfoot, Imagining the whats, wheres, and whys, Brilliance muted, sodden, élan dies, Contemplating the variant route. ~~ I detest this season; is that wrong? In six months I’ll search then to compare: Cerulean sky, June days prolonged, Two yellow birds in a … Continue reading The Next Road Taken

A Long Cold Lonely Winter

Be careful what you wish for. It’s no secret that the holiday season intensifies anxiety and depression for people prone to either. Both are felt profoundly in a normal year but add the forced isolation of a pandemic, and resultant financial difficulties, the number of people suffering increases. Everyone I know is depressed, in varying … Continue reading A Long Cold Lonely Winter

XLVII Days

I know everything is not about me, but this is my blog, so it kind of is. With everything happening to me as of late: hurricanes, fires, pandemics, earthquakes, sharknados, I have but one regret. I’m disappointed in myself because I’ve been writing so sporadically. My excuse is that I struggle with anxiety; lately, it's … Continue reading XLVII Days

Thank Me for My Patience

I am not going to complain today, despite news that Kanye and Jared Kushner speak daily. I won't complain—today, despite Dollhand's admission that he’s sabotaging the US postal service to keep people from voting by mail, and in the process endangering the lives and sustenance of many people whose prescription drugs and Social Security checks … Continue reading Thank Me for My Patience

Karens and Ice-Cube

Yesterday I learned that I cannot make jokes about menopause when the topic of conversation is Karens, because it's sexist. *A Karen, if anyone doesn't know, is a racist white woman who has lost her mind. She is a tRump supporter. Legend has it that the first such woman caught on tape was named Karen. … Continue reading Karens and Ice-Cube

Super Crunchy Chicago Winters in the Days of Yore

I grew up in Chicago before winters became mild. Chicago winters today are, like creamy peanut butter, for wimps. There can not be two opinions on this, because it is not opinion, it is a fact. Real men and women eat crunchy peanut butter. Likewise, pre-Y2K Chicago winters were crunchy, super crunchy, the stuff of … Continue reading Super Crunchy Chicago Winters in the Days of Yore