Insomnia. Once upon a time I would have laughed myself silly at the notion I would ever suffer from it. Sleep was blissful respite, a safety zone from the terrors of the day, whatever form they took: bullying classmates; bullying mother; bad boyfriends; academic anxiety; work stress; parenting. Then came middle age. Perimenopause. Divorce. Survival. …
Month: March 2016
The Maundy Thursday Cowboy
Foot washing. Ugh. This was the task assigned to the lowliest servant of a home in ancient times in lands where people wore sandals and streets were filthy. When I visited Pompeii, I noted areas along streets where there were little speed-bumps, taller stones its citizens had used for crossing the street and thus avoiding the filth strewn in …
A Need for Gethsemane
It has been hard to focus on Lent during this abrasive and invasive electoral Lenten season. Another act of terror, eliciting unhelpful responses from the GOP candidates: Ted Cruz calls for pogroms against American Muslims, a modern version of what my Russian-Jewish grandfather fled at the beginning of the last century. Donald Drumpf rants that discrimination against …
Friday Five: Sick Edition
The RevGals ask, "For this week’s Friday Five, name five things that make you feel better when you’re sick – from foods to liquids and any other comfort item." I'm whispering this because I don't want the germs to hear: I haven't been sick this winter, at least not much. A couple days of feeling …
Just like that, a Moment of Grace
It was the penises that pushed me over the edge. This endless campaign year which apparently started before my birth and looks set to continue until well after I am dust has been so ugly. Vacuous debates with no resemblance to actual discourse; or meaningless, nasty debates in which no actual policy is discussed and …
Southern Fried Californian 