New Year, New Beginnings, Again

Woo-hoo, Happy New Year! It must be so exciting for those of you with resolutions, (unless you’ve already broken them.) You have my giddy support, and my cynical eye-roll. I don’t partake in that tradition; I make lists. I am a bitter woman with a to-do-list that will always be written with an ostrich plume … Continue reading New Year, New Beginnings, Again

Mother’s Day– The H is Silent

Disclaimer: This is not a pleasant post. I’m not in my happy place. I’m not even in my- I can joke or rhyme my way out of this abyss, place. I don’t scorn all holidays. Okay, maybe I do. I detest some more than others depending on the year. My three most hated holidays are … Continue reading Mother’s Day– The H is Silent

My Home Isolation Project

Today is 'No Politics Wednesday' on my imaginary calendar. What should we discuss? How about my self isolation project? I believe in turning every spare minute into an opportunity for self-improvement. When I drive, I practice my French with an audiobook, when I’m— hmm, that’s all I can think of. We are at a transitional … Continue reading My Home Isolation Project

My Children are Trapped in the House, and I Like It

Isolation is a mindset. I have felt detached in company and rejoiced in solitude. I govern the state of my mind. I’m not a perfect person. Of my many flaws, selfishness tops the list. Four days before Trump was inaugurated in 2017, I was injured at work. The two events aren't related, but they have … Continue reading My Children are Trapped in the House, and I Like It

Cheaters Never Prosper… If They Get Caught

While the kleptocrats in control of our political system have wielded their power to widen the wealth gap, the ultra rich have rigged the future for their underachieving offspring by gifting them Ivy League College admissions that likely come with matching ill gotten diplomas. Let’s be honest, this shocking college admissions scandal is nothing new. … Continue reading Cheaters Never Prosper… If They Get Caught

Work Smarter, Not Harder… for Trump

As I drove home from the airport yesterday, after having seen my middle child off for her junior year at college, my mind reviewed her childhood and my failed attempts to be the ultimate super mom. I know my mistake was working hard, rather than working smart. My father was an immigrant, from Greece, and … Continue reading Work Smarter, Not Harder… for Trump