Sundays are purely intended to be lounging for the Lord days around the LaLa – despite the two hour interlude for acrobatic yoga, most of the day is spent in repose as it should be – these are how Sundays look like around here, dining al fresco on the porch, dogs lying doggo on the floor, cats lying in a sunbeam, friends stopping by for a chat: Mondays look more like this: columns need refinishing,…
On the road to discovering how truly cliche you could possibly be, please refer to every inch of my blog. I’ve had a mid life crisis (marital affair), I’ve had spiritual redemption (post Katrina), I’ve changed teams (now lesbian), I’ve adopted a black child (before Sandra Bullock), I’ve been obsessed my whole life with nutrition (read: any Michael Pollan), I left the world of conservation to work in the world of Wall Street only to…
My mouse died on me when I got back from Orlando and stretching across the desk to hit the track pad on my laptop and still keep my eye on the external monitor that is in front of me is excruciating to my already unresolved back and shoulder issues, so I’ve been not so thrilled about sitting in front of my computer. So today, was about a computer-less day. We went to the park and…
I realize this low grade anxiety about my financial future is not just my own – it’s a sign of the times. I was reading the NYT about several of the Tea Party initiatives and also about that person who I will not name’s call to “Reload” and I don’t want to get stuck on the obvious – that members of the Tea Party are shallow reductivists or that great things don’t come from challenging…
On my flight home I ran into a neighbor and gave her a ride from the airport. When we drove down City Park Avenue and passed the park with the beautiful large Louisiana oaks covered with moss, I knew I was finally home. I live in such a unique area, Flower described it as a small Italian village, but here it is, home. I drove to Ursuline to drop off my friend, one of the…
When I returned from my trip to the West Coast there had been a spate of young boys committing suicide and it was about being young and gay and having no where to turn. In my Real Boys, I just finished the chapter about being gay and young and having no place to go. The chapter was a lengthy explanation about how gay is not a choice and that was driven home time after time.…
A friend was telling me about an experience she had had recently, not a good one, and I thought that maybe she had to have that experience to understand why she shouldn’t have that relationship. I quoted Flannery O’Connor to her, well last night I ended up quoting O’Connor again as I discussed with a guy how television is about to morph into being more blockbuster than subtle script stories. He loved the quote and…
We get a kick out of reading this classic tale to Tin and my friend got a kick out of it because Tin has two mothers. She thought it was hysterical. But there is one thing that is tried and true – you know who your mother is no matter what the circumstances. I watched a P&G commercial from the Olympics yesterday that was called Thanks Mom and like all good television spots, I cried.…
An entire day of consuming media by media people was finished with jelly beans and Shiraz – to say that I had nightmares last night would be an understatement, particularly an angel grabbed me from behind and would not let me go and I pulled and pulled and pulled towards my escape. Today sitting through the final session when the woman said to do some self-reflection and find out who you really are, I realized…
Is it possible to get back innocence? Only if you accept that you don’t know much still and that your whole life awaits you – it gets harder to do this at 51 plus, but it’s worth aiming for. Today I walked through the airport and had many flashbacks to people and places that have been in my life and I felt suddenly crowded by competing thoughts – wait was that with this person or…