GG was an archetypical Pollyanna. She made lemonade.
“How dumb can you board members be—desk shields are useless.”
The latest addition to my wardrobe is a finger glove.
This is the end. I can’t breathe. My chest is bursting.
“One night, I had a chat with my house.”
The Bobe, or Babushka, was the old crone in the faded sepia photograph in the dusty family album or, at best, in a tiny frame tucked behind a vase on the credenza. I was not going to be that person. Long before I discovered dozens of websites full of cool names for grandmothers, I knewContinue reading “They Call Me Dalma”
Only rarely was I smart enough to take a pair of stretch black jeans and a couple of black t-shirts and call it good.
“Loving your fellow as yourself,” said the great Jewish sage, Rabbi Akiva
It appears to be the rationale for autocrats, whom our president aspires to emulate, as well as the explanation for the mess in the U.S. Congress.
“The death penalty has no place in the 21st century”