IF you can raise your eyes for a moment, you’ll see that most of us are still peering at our phones, intently scrolling for whatever content might happen to grab us. Staring at the phone is now our default setting. Rather than looking up to take in the space, we are hovered, waiting for transport, either on facebook or whatsapp, it doesn’t matter. We just want to be taken somewhere, somehow, because what all of us want to do, is to feel something.
was the lede for a limo rental’s website which a dear friend sent…
Having finished yet another bracing read from Fuck Niches, I finally realized that yeah, guys suffer, too. And I imagine it’s really difficult to be the ones who are held accountable for nearly everything that’s effed for so many of us in the world. I imagine it stinks!
So, to acknowledge that not all guys are nefarious, villainous, tyrannical oppressors, I offer you your very own hashtag.
I offer you, #YouToo.
#YouToo means you’re someone who is mostly kind. It means that you understand that the havoc hormonal changes wreak are real. That our feelings, while sometimes close to the…
In addition to the ACLU, a person can assist in the fight for reproductive justice by contributing to Grandmothers for Reproductive Rights - (no, I'm serious, that's the name! ) at https://grandmothersforreproductiverights.org/
this is how GRRR describes itself on their website:
'Most GRR! activists are age 50 plus and from the generation of women who came of age before Griswold v. Connecticut and Roe v. Wade years, 1965 and 1973 respectively. We are both women and men (with and without grandchildren) who are passionate to preserve reproductive rights, access to sexuality education, and birth control for future generations."
What's happened in Texas with SB8 is not ethical. It's unjust and it's inhuman. Whatever we can do abolish or at the very least minimize it, must be done. Together, we can do this.
As the day of my grandson’s birth approached, my anxiety for my daughter and all that might go wrong felt nearly unbearable.
I spent hours squashing my nerves, struggling to appear nonchalant, as she described how the doctors poked and prodded her, continuously weighing in with advice. I can put on a pretty good front of “What, me worry?” face, but inside, the letting go, while projecting all would be well, was excruciating.
Then, my grandson was born. My daughter emerged radiant; she and her partner have now embarked upon the journey we all take when we become parents. As…
You might arrive the day after tomorrow. But it could be early next week. The doctors look at the monitor, study your measurements, peering over your Mommy’s belly, discussing this, analyzing that. The technology involved is the best, the expertise second to none. And yet, all of us, your parents, your grandparents, and the doctors alike, remain waiting, watching, wondering. You keep us guessing, you rascally, you.
I’m the maternal grandma on deck. “What shall we call you?” Your Mommy asked me. Your Daddy’s mom is called Nana, by Theo and Izzy, the who will be your cousins. “I don’t…
A perfect piece for a Saturday morning! Thanks so much for this. It brings to mind Tom Stoppard's brilliant Arcadia- I believe the tutor ends up as the resident hermit, if I recall..... I just loved this. When having a Tesla and a yacht just isn't enough.
“If you’re not in a writing group, you’d better join one,” was the advice I’d been given, on and off, over the years. Reader, for me, it began innocently enough. But then, with the pandemic, once I’d started joining, I couldn’t stop.
At first, my only experience with writers’ groups had been after a lecture where the assignment was Nicolai Gogol’s “The Overcoat.” Our esteemed teacher, who is a National Book Award finalist said, “Thank god, Gogol wasn’t in a writers’ group.” The other experience was in a movie called Last Chance Harvey. It features a scene where an elderly…
Now that THAT’s over, maybe we can all take a step back, cool the rhetoric, and just soothe the vitriol. We might even do one of those post-mortem deep-dives that corporate America does, euphemistically entitled Lessons Learned or, the Take Away.
Many people, pundits and citizens alike, have observed that the country is nearly as divisive as it was 150 years ago, at the end of the Civil War. …
Mending Fences and Celebrating Gilmore Girls’ A Year in the Life
This holiday season finds us in a world that’s looking somewhat bleak. The threat to democracy remains pervasive. The necessity of our masks is imperative, while the lament for strolling along busy crowded streets, giving little thought to pandemics, or the erosion of civility, grows ever more poignant. Last week, when the New York Times announced the CW broadcast debut of the Gilmore Girls’ A Year in the Life Reunion, I was filled with a delectable, burst of joy thinking about happy viewing from years gone by.
At Thanksgiving this year, I am even grateful for the other side
If you’re going to brave Thanksgiving this year, chances are, you might end up seated next to the opposition. As everyone assumes their socially distanced position, here are some pointers to get you through a potentially tricky meal.
My first recommendation is not to worry. Misery loves company, so rest assured! Many of us will spar with relatives who voted for the other side, while we sip spiked eggnog and resist the urge to wave the carving knives while making a point.
Once again, do not fret. Should…