I’ll begin with a disclaimer today.
I am always anti-war and definitely not a fan of this hostile, senseless “war on terror.” I’ve worked with too many crack survivors to believe that any issue can benefit from a slogan that begins with war.

That said, I had a surreal 10 minutes on the metro today.
I got on the red line train headed to Union Station ( Read more... )

Some have attributed this list to the Dali Lama and others to H. Jackson Brown Jr. (in "Life's Little Instruction Book"). Either way, it gave this home’s resident kitchen witch (me) something to think about besides sneezes that arrive before you can reach your hanky, if one can overdose on Vitamin C and the ladylike way to handle Zinc nostril swabs ( Read more... )

 I've been up since 4:30am, PST.
There have been 3 ambulance sirens passing by on the street, 2 car alarms and 1 instance of loud banging followed by "Let me in this door!" that reverberated through the walls.
And, this time around, I don't live in the 'hood.

Is it because I am finishing up a proposal?
Is it the full moon?

Nah, blame it on the fog.

File this under random, but true.  Cross file, strange new obsession.
I live in the lovely, dampish, richly soiled Seattle.  It’s kind of a crunchy, over grunge, hip urban nirvana.  My neighborhood is Seward Park-home of queer parents, friendly not narrow straight(ish) breeder-types like me and synagogues.  It’s nothing to see the sidewalks filled ( Read more... )