When I need a pep talk I cue up Oprah’s Golden Globes acceptance speech for her Cecil B deMille award. (Here: Today a fabulous highlight reel played in my memories, including Oprah’s speech. But today I noticed Alfred Molina’s face while listening to her. And it was so absolutely beautiful. It gave me the HUGESTContinue reading “Pep Talk”
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Merry Chaos: Holidays with Spirited Littles
Here are my two cents, take them or leave them like the pennies at the checkout counter. Let GO. For real. Do LESS. Waaaay less. My spirited is in first grade and this year boy is it something. All the magic plus more awareness, it’s a beautiful thing. It’s also A LOT. She wakes upContinue reading “Merry Chaos: Holidays with Spirited Littles”
December Blues
I think it’s an exceptionally difficult time to be a human. People are really struggling. We were running on empty before, then emergency reserves, then fumes and now? Who knows how we keep going. In the face of corruption and greed and violence. In the face of planetary destruction and no response by the powersContinue reading “December Blues”
December Blues
I think it’s an exceptionally difficult time to be a human. People are really struggling. We were running on empty before, then emergency reserves, then fumes and now? Who knows how we keep going. In the face of corruption and greed and violence. In the face of planetary destruction and no response by the powersContinue reading “December Blues”
Advent in the 2020s
One of the strange and wonderful things about aging is realizing which traditions you want to hold on to and which ones you can release. Lighting the advent candles is something I’ve held onto. Hope is such a strong, gritty, determined thing. And more light and warmth is almost always a good thing. After allContinue reading “Advent in the 2020s”
Whispers of Autumn
It’s starting— the weather’s shifting, coughs are getting deeper, green is fading to gold, and I get to wear scarves. GAME ON. California catches a lot of flack for “not having seasons,” which we do, they’re just kinda chill about it. Nothing too extreme. (Until everything catches fire again but shhhh) Our neighbor’s tree isContinue reading “Whispers of Autumn”
Performance Studies 2002
Watching our thesis about the “Detriment to Democracy: Infotainment, performative politics and 24-hour news” come true is not the satisfying experience academia promised.
Unrecognized Golden Era
When I was a kid I thought Philosopher was basically the best job ever. You’d stand in an amphitheatre surrounded by Roman columns and pontificate. Or you’d sit in nature and know things. You’d walk and hear and tell stories that weave our truths together. That was my take on it and it sounded prettyContinue reading “Unrecognized Golden Era”
Quiet Time
I’ve taken some quiet time lately. Saying less, listening more. unplugging and plugging back in, time to think and wonder to myself. It’s been a nice respite from my standard reflect-and-pontificate repertoire. We even snuck in a quick overnight camping trip. And I hardly posted about it! It was a glorious quiet recharge. Sunshine, freshContinue reading “Quiet Time”
Ancestors in Waiting
In our little kitchen nook I’ve created a family tree. Names and dates and photos with twinkle lights draped around. A little altar of sorts. Tonight, kidlette sat next to it, drinking her warm water before bed, and suddenly she burst into tears. “I will be so sad when you die! Who will take careContinue reading “Ancestors in Waiting”
Pretty Good Ugly 