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others and carefully Some days are tough to write about.  I aspire to be the person who can risk every type of fallout in the name of telling the truth.  But I ain’t there yet. Not even close; not down the street, not in the same borough or shire. The thought of those mean comments directed…

So today, on the first year of our lord, 2022, I decided to commit a very benign (I believe) crime. I love those types of crimes, the ones that hurt nobody and could occasionally be interpreted as serving the higher good. I could even be moved to make the comparison to beautiful Robin Hood. But…

Merry Christmas. It feels perfect to me that the introduction to my blog comes in my third post. It happened this way because my oh so very long-suffering husband nailed it straight to the wall when I opened my Christmas present from him. and it was just a piece of paper on which was written…

Mom and the cats Jeanne used to be a real bitch. She started out ok; she was sweet as pie when I was quite young. Then, even though she had been a chemist before I was born, she went to work as a librarian when I was about six and became bitter, and I was…

I like my mother, Jeanne, just fine – I love her, sure – but  I don’t adore her the way that I hope to be adored when I’m old and irrelevant and my kids are stuck taking care of me.  I always wanted to be exceptional, just like, I suppose, everyone does, which completely defeats…