That’s what we sang back in 1976, when my small-town high school tackled a production of Bye Bye Birdie. High school was not a shining social series of glory days for me. I was always the last person chosen for teams in gym – at least, the last person...
Watch Out For Your Neck
My New Hampshire Grammy was a worried little woman – wisely worried, really, since there is indeed danger everywhere. She’d have taken last week’s Florida sinkhole death right in stride, though, adding it to her “See? I told you so!” defensive arsenal. We’re a family of deep and constant...
Sincere Eternity
No, I am not going all new-age metaphysical on you — I’m far too grounded in Yankee practicality to float off into the calming comforts of other dimensions. I can’t even indulge in a nice juicy private fantasy without spoiling it with questions of logistics and petty details and...
A Shovel Full
Sunday was adrift in flowing snow — particularly pleasant since none of us had to go anywhere. Five strong able-bodied adults spent the day in my cozy little house watching the sidewalks fill up frostily with snow. The sidewalks across the street filled up, too. We take care of...
Transparency, My Ass
My ass is, of course, one reason I don’t buy into the whole trendy Transparency thing. A sheer thing on a lovely young thing can be a lovely thing. On me? Let’s add some layers. Opaque layers. Flowing, flattering, non-form-fitting ones. If one more blog expert or self-help success...