Category: Musings

The Miracle of Cueing the Hysterical Laughter

Spring is a celebration of light out of darkness. Even though the first few days after Daylight Savings Time can feel like state sponsored jet lag, that extra hour of light in the evening works like magic. Well, on me anyway. I’m not quite sure what the Savings part is actually saving, but I surmise… Read more »

The Crows and The Fox

We wanted crow friends so badly. For each of the past three years, a different family of crows has taken up residence in the woods behind our house. They arrive in late summer and stay until spring, then they move on. We always take it personally when they go. I’m embarrassed about how badly I… Read more »

Intervals of Hope

Last fall I bought a used Peloton. They are a lot easier to come by these days, and for all the reasons why, I am grateful: we are not in lockdown, we (currently) have access to vaccines and masks, body bags are not being loaded into freezers due to lack of morgue space. I bought… Read more »

Spiritual Resilience Sundays

The Vasomotor Files My hot flashes have become operatic. Just before they burst onto the stage of whatever moment I am in, I can detect them in the wings, little tingles of anxiety windmilling their arms and prepping to bellow all the way to the nosebleed sections of my psyche. The stronger the hot flash,… Read more »

What Was Burned, and What Wasn’t

My parents purchased a 2 bedroom/1 bath bungalow on Tahquitz Place in Pacific Palisades in 1968, captivated by great public schools, a central downtown which called itself a Village, and the temperate climate.  Homeownership was a big deal for my mom and dad. They had downpayment help from my grandparents who’d lived in apartments in… Read more »

I Love New York

Interior view of an empty New York City subway car with red and yellow seats.

When Bill and I travel to New York City as we regularly do, we play a game I made up called NYC Bingo. We’re big into made up games around here, or at least I am while the rest of the gang tolerates happily participates in them. NYC Bingo joins a panoply of dinner table… Read more »

I Was Hit By A Car

Close up of a pedestrian walk signal that is lit.

Ok, so first of all, I’m fine. I really am ok, save for a gnarly bruise on my calf and a case of very rattled nerves. I’m so definitely unscathed compared to how bad it could have been, that I feel embarrassed for even using the phrase I was hit by a car to describe what happened…. Read more »

Be a Channel for Change: A Message From Mexico City

Protest street art by the native and locals against colonialism in Mexico City.

A piece I wrote for the socials, ahead of the 2020 presidential election, is suddenly gaining traction again. Proving that the algorithm is as mysterious as ever, because why now? (And confoundingly, as always, how)??? In any case, it confirmed for me that the energy in our country and the world is rising. And how… Read more »

Uncertainty Thy Name Is Dread

Hello Friends,   How often do you feel consumed by dread?   I’m not just talking about the free-floating anxiety that settles on your shoulder for a little mid-day chat a là you really should have that mole checked, it’s probably cancer, also, way to overshare with the UPS guy, plus: you’ve probably filled your quota… Read more »

Challenging the Always/Nevers (And Sea Glass Hecklers)

I’m not a fan of using terms like “always” or “never”. They’re limiting, lend toward extreme thinking, and most of all they don’t describe anything remotely literal because nothing definitive can actually be described by those words. Well, most of the time. I mean, I truly believe I’ll never say the words, “I need to… Read more »