Chasing Dusk

“Do one thing every day that scares you.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt Thanks, Eleanor. If you are reading, this, you can assume I survived the night… Kill or bee killed. (Har har) My war has been with yellowjackets, not bees. Three days ago, I reached the end of my ‘how to kill yellowjacket wasps’ list. The last … Continue reading Chasing Dusk

Wasp-Nest Karma

I believe karma, the bitch, has taught me a lesson. Karma was watching me on that mild summer day, a decade ago. I sat at my window facing the street, savoring my customary morning brew. I imagine my favorite smells— inhaling deeply the robust richness of coffee, coupled with the balm of fresh-cut grass, courtesy … Continue reading Wasp-Nest Karma

Tranquility Interrupted

Claude Monet In a tranquil hamlet, a delicate kiss of warmth expressed by the solar sylph, mellowed by a temperate breeze, offers the palliative whisper of hyacinth and sweet lilies. Tiny buds of a thornless rose bush hold the promise that, with their bloom, will come an elucidation of the world’s mysteries. Claude Monet would … Continue reading Tranquility Interrupted

Rodeo Snorkeling in Pursuit of Toxic Sea Wasps

I’m losing my faith that justice will ever be served. Republicans, both politicians, and their voters seem to be exempt from the rule of law, particularly in the case of white-collar defendants or those who wear white pointy hats, or red baseball MAGA hats (made in China.) The long arm of the law can't seem … Continue reading Rodeo Snorkeling in Pursuit of Toxic Sea Wasps

Democracy Survived Another Day

The only thing I know for certain is that I know nothing, (just like Jon Snow.) I was born blue. Maybe the doctor should have slapped me and not my mother. [joke] The democratic party has had me in its clutches since I took my first breath because I was raised in Chicago where everyone … Continue reading Democracy Survived Another Day

Pride and Dumpster-Diving

I have grown children, and that’s the closest I’ll ever come to discussing my age. But having grown children is the reason the act of dumpster diving should be a distant memory for me, and it was. My neighbors across the road are moving. Their house sold in a day, undervalued in my mind. For … Continue reading Pride and Dumpster-Diving