How And Why I Learned To Fart Like A Pro
Coming back home last night, thankful I would rather bike to work than walk the 600 or so metres across the street and buy bus tickets, funny that, eh? I would much rather just gear up and ride off on my own, at no one’s mercy but for stoplights and pesky cars, otherwise it is just me and the road, me and the wind in … Continue reading How And Why I Learned To Fart Like A Pro
My Word, Your Word, His Word
“Sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt you”. Remember that one? In today’s world that saying would be considered the somewhat trite advice in our world of anti-bullying, anti-harassment and so forth, and not at all to say those are bad things, they were necessary things. The value of our words, the power words can have, is probably more significant … Continue reading My Word, Your Word, His Word
How The Grief Of Fall Brought Wisdom
“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places … Continue reading How The Grief Of Fall Brought Wisdom
A Sycamore Of Hope
Took a walk, Irish and I, down to the coves, through the old orchard and I let her run free of the leash, as I usually do. She didn’t race ahead like a bullet from a gun this time, instead just a nod and turned to trot just a little ahead, venturing farther as we made our way along the trail, sniffing all the news … Continue reading A Sycamore Of Hope
The Week So Far In America – Oppression, Regression, And A Swank Yacht
“Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.” Franklin D. Roosevelt Last 634 days, 15 hours, and 44 minutes, tick tock and the average Jo has no idea where to go, or what to read, who to watch. It’s all around, and everywhere, a journalist murdered here, rogue killers there, and … Continue reading The Week So Far In America – Oppression, Regression, And A Swank Yacht
Rhymes With The Times
Out hunting the snark for a word to impart, and start the ball rolling, that rhymed with mob. …blowjob, corncob, hand job, heartthrob, hobnob, kebab … mcjob, nose job, plumb bob, punjab, snow job… RhymeZone As day by day, I say, they say, all the pundits say, this and that, tit for tat, right or wrong, we take the bait and get irate, just as the rumpTus wants. He plays the players and pretends to be fair, when in fact … Continue reading Rhymes With The Times
Lies Of A Better World Thru Spheres I See
So whose the angry mob? Who screams for the head of the queen, off with it, without the benefit of a court of law, for judging the judges who may not be judged, and holier than thou am I, but I digress, who am I to criticize. “To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by … Continue reading Lies Of A Better World Thru Spheres I See
A Feast Of Fall And Racism
After we stood around the counter, buffet style plates of turkey, beans, squash, potatoes, and stuffing, while MsB said grace, after our Thanksgiving feast, like four beached whales with our full bellies, out on the front porch in Dodge. A warm October evening, I listened to Dad, MsB and Lex discussing the dismantling of colonial and Confederate figures and symbols, I sat quietly, said nothing, mesmerized … Continue reading A Feast Of Fall And Racism
Bias Robed In Black And No Is Not Enough
As some politicians in Washington seem to forget, women did not get the vote because they stood on the sidelines and asked nicely. Heck no, they marched, and chanted, and did what it took to convince the male establishment that they were serious, and it did not happen overnight, it took years. “Be militant in your own way! Those of you who can break windows, … Continue reading Bias Robed In Black And No Is Not Enough
And Fury Awakens The Feminine Mystique
Lying in bed last night tossing and turning in anger at the yea vote to the cloture of Kavanaugh, and the nasty cold that has not released it’s dang grip since last Sunday, and well beyond frustrated. Mucusy whizzing all week, coughing, tissues filled with snot filling bag after bag, and that was a blawdy horrible way to end a horrible week. NOT in a … Continue reading And Fury Awakens The Feminine Mystique
Fear And Loathing Of Dirty Old White Men
Left in the midden piles of history we find the anguished statements of “I didn’t know, how could I know, how could we know”? In the course of lifetimes, and we forget the times that passed us by and we got lost in our desires, and our own self-preservation. Lost in the wind are those lessons learned from the mistakes of our ancestors, because, the present … Continue reading Fear And Loathing Of Dirty Old White Men
That Ol’Boy’s Club Ain’t What It Used To Be
To be a witness to history, to sit in one’s armchair and watch those monumental moments unfold before your very eyes are rare, though, admittedly, in today’s chaotic daily 3-ring circus that fact is sometimes lost, as we all bear witness to this difficult transition between an America that was, and the America that will be. Those fault lines, between diversity, about race, religion, creed, urban … Continue reading That Ol’Boy’s Club Ain’t What It Used To Be
Mad Men In Suits? I’ll Take Menopause, Thanx
Bit more honesty here, but when I first heard of these allegations that were made against Kavanaugh, when they were still anonymous, of something that had happened when he was a teenager, I admit, I was like, ok, this seems a bit suspicious. Riding to work that day I thought of nothing else, going through it in my mind, of what I thought, and why, and … Continue reading Mad Men In Suits? I’ll Take Menopause, Thanx
by PaulaB 