There are so many thing that I wish I had known before having kids. I cannot say that it would have prevented me from having them, but maybe I could have prepared better. Unlikely, I know. But it’s just plain rude to find out…
The English language has an absurd number of adjectives to describe insanity. A search of thesaurus.com for the term “batty” (although not obscure, it is not a frequent word for insane) returns four pages of results. Why so many descriptors? Clearly, we are…
I envy my mother’s ability to recognize and acknowledge the best qualities in a person. Far too often I scan a person for their flaws first. Some part of it must have rubbed off, because I do endeavor to compliment acquaintances or strangers. I might…
Depression has an itinerate, homeless quality to it. Not the truly destitute homeless, though depression/mental illness and homelessness intertwine, but for the purposes of this comparison, consider the newly or traveling homeless – when you have friends and family to call upon – when you can still consider it…
Last Saturday, I landed at the Medford airport in Oregon. I had had an easy 90 minute flight from SFO next to an Oregonian cattle rancher. At first, hearing I was from Berkeley, my aisle-mate clearly edited himself. After I shared how I grew…
[Caveat lector and caveat mater: this is an explicit post about my sexuality.] At some point in the last decade I crossed a meaningful line. Some women pass it early in their adult lives, some after decades. Some women skip back and forth…