Or at least it used to. What follows is an essay I wrote over 20 years ago. I’m publishing it because I’ve been grieving it; thought it was lost forever but it was merely in a huge stack of paper with typing all over it. It features my dear friend…

And I blame house stagers. My bedroom ceiling has one of those light tunnels that are a type of skylight. …

It’s that time of year again. Up here on the top half of the planet, Spring is on its way. In central Texas you have to keep careful track of developments, as our flora leaps into life with startling speed. Bare trees one day, a pale green curtain the next…

Coming home to a destroyed landscape. While I was away enjoying my best friend, the Pacific Ocean, great food and old friends, my hometown of Austin — along with much of the south — experienced a cataclysmic ice storm. Dubbed “Treepocalypse” in memory of the Great Snowpocalypse of 2021, this…

His mother was killed. Wow the news is full of Prince Harry’s new book about his life. There are of course many opinions, and so many seem negative to me. As if we all have a right to judge. …

Fear & empathy hand-in-hand. So, my spouse is at the doctor this morning for some tests related to his recent heart problems (A-fib). He texted from the office to say they could not find him in the Blue Cross Book of People. This was enough to get my heart started…

Sigh. I was notified this morning that a recent post of mine is being “distributed.” I believe this means on Twitter, where I imagine 100,000,000 people will have read it by lunchtime today. Thank you, Ann Litts at Crow’s Feet! Self-on-a-Shelf And I’m fine with that.medium.com Great news! I hustled myself out of bed and set…

And I’m fine with that. — Who could ever have imagined I would be happy to sit up here and watch? I couldn’t tell you when the desire for attention took over in me. It wasn’t always so. As a youngest child I never had a shortage of people wanting to pinch my cheeks (“Look at…

We are talking about someone else's suffering. If men experienced menstruation perhaps they would learn something. I can just imagine any man I have ever met spending days each month depressed, doubled over, vomiting, and bleeding into their shoes and tripping merrily through life like it was a joy to menstruate. I wish you could try to see from a sufferer's point of view rather than spewing venom, but obviously that is not going to happen. I hope you are kinder to the people in your actual life.