Giuliani Prepares to be Served… a limerick

The mob can’t help a perpetrator Probed by special investigator Mueller's on his tail Rudy's plans derailed Will he go bankrupt as a traitor? ~🤔 How can a couple survive treason During White House indictment season? Rudy plans ahead Calls his marriage dead Like Don Junior done, without reason ~🙄 His third divorce is “amicable” … Continue reading Giuliani Prepares to be Served… a limerick

Confessions of a Democrat

My name is Lydia and I'm a democrat. I was raised in a city of democrats by parents who were democrats. I grew up thinking everyone was like me—choosing social justice over corporate greed. That's how I saw it. Power to the people. Democracy flowed freely, and no one tried to shield me from it.  … Continue reading Confessions of a Democrat

Autumn and Winter Binging

Thing 1 headed back to school today, but before she did, we had some mother daughter bonding in the form of binge watching an older TV show that neither of us had seen: season 1 of "Gilmore Girls", a chick show if there ever was one. So why am I feeling hostile? The setting is … Continue reading Autumn and Winter Binging

When Black was Black

I remember when brown was the new black...the original new black. When brown was the new black my children were small, I was still married, and a heavy snowfall didn't fill me with anxiety knowing there was a long driveway to clear before work.  Long underwear, sweaters, snow pants, coats, hats, scarves, mittens, boots—check, check, check, … Continue reading When Black was Black

My Truth

"It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear on the contrary that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning." ~ Albert Camus — A pretty way to say ignorance is bliss. I knew from … Continue reading My Truth

Lunch With Thing Two

I promise today I will refrain from political blathering and return to my bitter divorced mom of three not so wee spawn posts. Traveling for work, today I visited my middle child in New York. I brought her three things she had requested from home:  Her guitar with a broken string,  Several packages of tea, because … Continue reading Lunch With Thing Two