Today is December 8. It’s a date I easily remember. It’s the date John Lennon was assassinated in front of his apartment building in New York. But as for me, I remember it more as a day I nearly ran out of time… Funny thing was, only sixteen days earlier, my on-again/off-again high school/college sweetheart … More Time Through the Hourglass
One of my husband’s favorite jokes is about the Last Supper. It goes like this: Everyone who wants to be in the picture get on this side of the table! Of course, if the Last Supper had taken place in the last ten years, we wouldn’t have needed Leonardo DaVinci’s rendition. Instead, we might have … More The Selfie Mindset and the Heart’s Posture
I stopped drinking almost two years ago because I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I guess it just stopped being fun. I wanted to challenge myself to go without beer. To see what a clear mind would feel like.
Tomorrow is my birthday. This weekend is my fortieth-high school reunion. Thanksgiving and all its hoopla is on the doorstep… It’s kind of a trifecta for naval-gazing–throw in a funeral and it could be a perfect storm.
Hell’s bells through Hollywood tolling. Shower? Massage? More cajoling. Harvey should have kept it zipped. But he had a really decent script.