Tuesday evening photo. Looking at this, I keep thinking of one of my favorite sociologists, Tony Campolo and his conversation, “Friday’s here, but Sunday’s coming.” I would like to believe there is merit to this. I think it will be up to us to decide and act in ways that build community – many small … More Tuesday evening photo. It’s Thursday.
December 17, 2020. Yuletide. It’s gonna look a little different this year. Frank is crooning about having yourself a merry little Christmas. Yourself. Merry. Little Christmas.How prescient. Countries and more separate the kids and I. COVID barged in to make a place for itself at the table and has insistently reset both the table and … More A little different this year
Lately, the notion of writing – that singular vulnerability – has kept my pencils sharpened and papers clean – unused. Too many folks are wrestling to breathe and pay their mortgage. Too many exhausted teachers and delivery drivers and doctors and nurses and CNAs cleaning up the fallout of a “hoax” unnecessarily killing hundreds of thousands … More Little lights in the dark
How are you? Were you able to … How are you? I’ll wait and listen. You are worth it.
Please vote.Just vote.It’s democracy’s lowest-hanging fruit.It’s our ticket to celebrate, grouse or even wave the flag.Anything less is dereliction of duty.And yes, I believe that. “We’re America; we’re good at this.” Want to watch this free non-partisan performance to benefit the non-partisan When We All Vote? “Here it is. Only costs you an email address.https://www.hbomax.com/votebecause” … More You have 1 job. Don’t shirk it.
Pre-gaming my election day goals. Vote. #SelfiesWithRBG#SelfiesWithRuth #RBG #RBGinMHK #Vote
Izzy and I moseyed by the bungalow where the kids grew up, today. It’s for sale and empty so I looked in the backyard and found this nostalgic nugget. Cue the heartsquench of missing them and their families. One thing I noticed that gives me real pride-gratitude: All of the trees and bushes I planted … More Long-term gains
This year has been like going through a terror tunnel in the dark – couched in four years of a wealthy white pussy-grabbing cruel gaslighting buffoon being protected and promoted to president while unabashedly stirring hatred and violence like in “the good old days,” which is a storyline many of us have long been all … More Haunted house or magic tunnel?
I – like many of us – have just witnessed the first debate among two men who want to be named president of the United States in five weeks and a moderator who deserves a quiet walk in the park and a beer. Or a taser. Nobody won. No one American won from that display. … More Oh hell: Thoughts about a country
Written with permission. Two weeks ago I bought a house. A home. A cottage where I could cartwheel from one end to the other in three “wheels” … if there was room. It was a worth-it grueling experience of months of the most bizarre errors by the first lender and insurance company made better by … More 2020’s reframing of what matters