Avery’s personal philosophy: Better to be cheated than not to help people in need.
Very little that I write in this blog has anything to do with the title. I have always wanted to write a story using this title but never came up with one. There is, of course, a short history behind it that I will share. The Conservatory at the Huntington Museum of Art is knownContinue reading “If Orchids Are Promiscuous, Philodendra Are Whores”
I’m an infidel. I’m Jewish. I’m an American, and I’m a woman. Any one or all of these factors put me at risk when I visited Iran in the summer of 2004. To my Iranian friend’s more religious relatives, I was an unwelcome guest.
“I don’t know how to thank you…” He turned momentarily from his reunion and replied, “Don’t thank me. Just pass it on.”
Her most-best things; that’s what she had said. How could I accept her “best things”
The entry fee into this community was not money; it was TRUST.
I wore no makeup, a waste when you have to cover your face with a mask, and I was dressed in my COVID incarceration uniform—baggy sweats and a loose cotton top.
“Peace on earth, good will towards men, and spare us from the tyrants of this world.”
I simply could not worry about the horror of Trump being re-elected, much less tile.
Ten minutes is a long time for a teenager to hug anyone.