Hear that? It’s the sound of a dry mouth – desert dry – I’ve had five liters of water and still smack smack smack. How do people live here? Why aren’t they all shriveled up? Seriously, people always come to New Orleans and moan about the humidity but seriously, it is so good for your hair and skin and no smack smack smack. But it’s beautiful here – we took the Turquoise Trail and stopped…
I woke this morning looking at my stuff strewn all over this hotel room that I have stopped in for merely a few hours of rest. Today I travel but not all the way back home. I’m beginning the first of my five planned celebrations for my 50th – and kicking off the celebrations with a spiritual trip to Santa Fe. Now when you plan a spiritual trip it is almost certain you might not…
Mom called to say she might have overreacted to my wanting to borrow the photo album while sis is in town and it was because the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she was trying to avoid a conflict with her at the expense of me. And that even though she and I were having a perfectly lovely afternoon, she reacted knee jerk to the situation. I said, okay, fair enough,…
United totally has lost its cache. Now listen to this – aside from United losing my baggage and then its outsourced Indian call centers promising it endlessly and my having to jump through the hoops of their website with its would you like to pay a billion dollars to upgrade to a better seat than the shitty one you have? would like to pay another billion to not wait in such long lines? would you…
I was reading the NYT on a plane this morning about Obama’s speech to Turkey’s Parliament. So many thoughts went through my mind – from my Turkish grandparents whose ancestors were welcomed into a secular country all the way to a president who is so close to my diverse background and able to reach across racial and religious divides and inject the personal, to be familiar to a stranger. The cab that picked me up…
A reader wrote recently in response to one of my blogs that we don’t come into the world owing anything to anyone. Okay, does that take a long time to hear if you’re born into the world and made into an enabler by an alcoholic parent. You know what enablers do, they sacrifice their needs to make sure they are taking care of those whose needs are greater. Today, I was speaking to a friend,…
The last forty eight hours of disorientation – separated from my belongings, here in San Francisco with all its familiar pangs and beauty, far from the comfort of my gf, my zoo, the LaLa; I sat outside catching up with a friend and there was all the “almost” European feel to us. We looked like a couple in Rome, only a Rome recreated by Disney. The pulchritude is alive and well in San Francisco, but…
I feel like I read books and then reality strikes. I feel like I wanted to write books and turned to reality instead. I’m not sure anymore where reality ends and fiction begins. Does art mirror life or vice versa? I read You Cant Go Home Again, the depression began. I read The Elephanta Suite and then experienced the horror of the Indian call centers in technicolor. I don’t want to presage the next thing.…
Loss and Recovery. Luggage finally got to my room just minutes ago. Was able to salvage day by thinking of all the things that are right with my life and not focusing on what I didn’t have to get through my day. Spent most of the day trying to find the balance – don’t have luggage, it’s okay, don’t have chords, it’s okay, can’t find luggage, it’s okay. Ack. Bigger theme of the day –…