A very nice young man called me “young lady”. It was ironic. I cried. I mean I can see calling a 90 year old ancient one, “young lady” and it is cute. Awww…look you made her giggle. But dude…dude. It hurt. I am decades off being eligible for that joke! Decades! Man do I look […]
MoreI can’t get from the cab to the curb without some little jerk getting on my back, cries Chrissie Hynde in Middle of the Road. “I’m tired! I’m 33!” Chrissie, Chrissie! 33 was just a baby!….At this point in menopausal middle age I am not just tired, I am comatose. Add to that a crack […]
MoreI couldn’t fathom it, couldn’t work it out. Why had someone tried to attack us twice in the past week, after six months of peace in the wonderful city of San Francisco. After nosing through the Bay Area news, wondering if there was a batch of zombi- behavior-inducing angel dust doing the rounds, or if […]
MoreI think I snapped. Something inside my head Snapped When a man Banged On my wall For two hours straight Jackhammer Drilling Screaming Cracked out Laughing As I cowered Auf deinen Knien – My Grandfather’s Sorrow Gung ho How low can I go Into this undertow And get fished out Plucked from water, Going under. […]
MoreSince the wonderful unobtrusive Anthony Bourdain left this world, there has been no-one filling the hole left in the scheduling. I love a good food-documentary. Between the celiac and the food allergies I don’t get to eat what I want to, but I do enjoy looking at food. I decided to give “Somebody Feed Phil” […]
MoreThe exhibit showcasing protest songs and the artists that wrote them is opening May 21st, at the Woody Guthrie Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It looks to be very well curated exhibition, with handwritten lyrics, instruments from various artists, (including Guthrie), song spotlights of various famous protest songs, some rare performance footage and interviews with artists, […]
MoreI can’t remember a time when I wasn’t scared. I am scared most of the time. In the camper, I was scared of cops, of doors being knocked on by people telling us to move on if we were boondocking, or else random people who would seek to disturb my peace, of my husband finding […]
MoreThere are certain things which make me happy. Cups of tea poured out of my favorite tea pot, playing the guitar, Love’s Forever Changes on a sunny day. Conversely a Beatles album has never truly made me happy. I know they routinely get the Best Album of ALL Time slots with Sgt Pepper’s on lists […]
MoreI had no idea that different areas of the USA had different flavors to the extent they do. Even within a state there is such variation in geographical identity as to render these sub communities almost different countries. Driving up the 101 towards Aberdeen, Washington, there are many little coastal communities. The sky is greyer, […]
MoreI have ptsd, at least I presume I do. No one gives enough of a shit to offer me an evaluation, and I will be absolutely honest here, I will not touch antidepressants ever again – they really don’t do anything but make me worse, and I have no interest in valium or xanax or […]
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