16 September 2008 Hannah Strange News Reporter, Times Online Palin linked electoral success to prayer of Kenyan witchhunter. The pastor whose prayer Sarah Palin says helped her to become governor of Alaska founded his ministry with a witchhunt against a Kenyan woman who he accused of causing car accidents through demonic spells. At a speech at the Wasilla Assembly of God on June 8 this year, Mrs Palin described how Thomas Muthee had laid his…
Heaven knows we need one! A friend’s mother is dying, another friend’s mother is struggling to get over a hip break, a friend’s daughter is stable but dying. In times like these, we need to have levity to get through the day – a friend sends this: This from Sara Silverman–had to pass it on: “A waiter approaches a table of Jewish woman and asks: Is anything alright?”
A friend was telling me she wants to move to New York because she wants to grow old there. I said I can’t imagine almost 50 and moving to NY because I think the life would be hard there. But I can see her point – there are way more mod cons available for the elderly than there are in most suburbs where once driving becomes an issue, the elderly live like shut ins till…
I think I gave Rita and Ike short shrift because they didn’t come here as hard as elsewhere but just like Gustav was a “miss” but a serious storm that caused a lot of damage (some people still don’t have electricity from Gustav), sometimes bad is relative. I feel for all those people in Texas, especially along the coast who are not able to get home – getting home is almost imperative for most of…
I’ve been trying to find a reason why the women who reside on the bayou live to such old age – I count three I can see their houses from my window who are in their nineties and walk around the bayou every morning – they are lucid and not far from perky. This morning, I ran into the self-proclaimed mayor of Bayou St John and he yelled to me across the bayou, “Did you…
I’ve had hell to pay on my right side – my lower back, my psoas has atrophied, I’m convinced of it, since I am in such pain most of the time. Since going back to Lara, I’ve realized that this is my masculine side, the one that delivers, performs, does and that it is in a war for control with my feminine side, the one that receives, takes, and simply is. Luckily yoga practice this…
Summer’s heat gave way to fall in the past forty-eight hours and this morning brought all the good feelings that autumn always gives me. I came home from walking Loca briskly through the park (all the while noticing the clean up, which has gone smoothly and quickly post storm) and waiting for me was lipa oil simmering on the paper mache elephant from Croatia, my tea piping hot on a table setting, and a beautiful…
Between evacuations and the threat of Wall Street hyper exploding before my very eyes, I missed the fact that David Foster Wallace committed suicide last week.
I read Thomas Wolfe’s You Can’t Go Home Again during the summer and while the book serves as a treatise against nostalgia, the passages about the Great Depression were to me the most haunting. The land grabs, the greed of investors, the neighbor turning against neighbor for the almighty dollar all that preceded the worldwide economic downturn which started in 1929 and lasting through most of the 1930s, is too reminiscent of what I came…
Back in the summer of 1995, I took a job at Brigtsen’s waiting tables while getting freelance jobs writing. I remember a woman came in with her father, a frail man who looked as if she had just sprung him from a nursing home. They sat at one of the tables on the front porch and she was wearing a power suit and was describing to her father her recent accomplishments. He just kept nodding.…