“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel…
Dinner and champagne and catching up with an old friend now having hit the 50 yard mile – “If only I had known,” she said, “Sex? .. forgetaboutit .. overrated, I could have been so productive,” and therein lies the nuttiness of aging – it’s not that youth is wasted on the young, it’s that aging gives you a new perspective that would have been SO HANDY in your youth it almost feels like some…
Man: “When did you check out of this marriage?” Woman: “When I said ‘I do.’”
Left New Orleans in the low 80s and arrived in San Francisco with the thermometer at 91 degrees at night – go figure.
After an auspicious beginning to my flight that involved burning brakes midair, I landed and am now sitting here looking out at the dusky light on the San Francisco bay. A Hornblower boat is motoring by and the Embarcadero is active and teeming with walkers and eaters and drinkers all enjoying the view. There is talk back home that they will take down the Claiborne overpass and having lived here in the Bay Area when…
I was stunned and amazed by how beautiful City Park was this morning but have to admit the weather had a lot to do with it. There was a significant drop in the temperature this morning sending T straight to the closet for a long sleeved shirt and me still in shorts but loving the cool air. The dogs were bouncier than usual and the museum was bathed in this rose light that almost looked…
We were sitting on the front porch last night after T and T2 came back from a little gathering and I had sorted out what I was traveling with this coming week, when some neighbors dropped by to porch hang. The subject came up about the columns which everyone considers themselves an expert on and all loves to weigh in on. The issue – solid mahogany columns that are gorgeous but need refinishing every 9…
It’s Sunday and somewhere there is a pastor molesting a young parishioner – why? I do not honestly know. But today, this Sunday while Atlanta squirms from the latest revelation that the high almighty preacherman * who has denounced homosexuality, protested against same sex marriages, and decried men to let out their wild side and women to submit has BEEN CAUGHT HAVING SEX WITH YOUNG BOYS. Excuse me? Yeah, you hear right, once again the…
On Superbowl earlier this year, the young families of the Court (which is how we refer to the cul de sac of cottages that begins with my neighbor Jerri’s house) got together and hung a self made screen and projected the victorious game of the Saints vs the Colts. This year, with all the joie de vivre still there for the Saints, they have made a more permanent screen where they have shown the night…
We went to go meet friends at the Napoleon House for lunch today and sat in the patio where thankfully the sun went behind some big white puffy clouds. The subject of identity came up once again as a friend was talking about how complex her background is and can’t be summed up in any one descriptor. Her husband says she should just say she’s from Florida – ha! She’s from the Lumbee tribe, she’s…