When they go to the inauguration, we GO DARK. That's right. Tomorrow from 10 am until 6pm, don't completely turn off your television, but do unplug from the inauguration. Here's how: If you have cable or satellite TV, it's still possible to keep track of who is watching what. If you're a Nielsen . . .
A great shampoo I'm not sure I like anything better than a great shampoo. I once had a stylist with long, strong fingers with which she massaged and scrubbed my scalp without stopping for nearly the entire shampoo. Strong fingers and not stopping after a few strokes, that's the key to a great . . .
A week after I watched his documentary, The Last Man on the Moon, and days after I saw the film, Hidden Figures, astronaut Gene Cernan died. I'm having a hard time expressing the nostalgia, sadness, longing--the hiraeth I wrote about a year ago here--that I feel when I think about the space program . . .
This is a post about Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, the group's 1968 song "Young Girl" and changing mores. I know, what a combination, right? MO-RES is a noun that is pronounced ˈmôrāz/ and means the characteristic customs and conventions of a community. Our practices and habits. And for those . . .
It's that time again--the new semester has started for me and it'll be the last in the Master's certificate program I'm doing in Integrated Imagery. Which is another way to say that I'm learning hypnotherapy as it's applied to past life regressions at Atlantic University in Virginia Beach. That's . . .
We need some pretty to counteract the ugliness in the world today, and I've got some for you today. Which is your favorite? . . .
I read a good novel the other day. Daughter of Ishmael, Promised Land, Broken Heart by Diane Stringam Tolley. Not only good. More than good, even! I'm a big fan of stories that transport me to another land, another era and deeply into a character different than me. Diane's new book is all those . . .
It's been about six weeks since I began detoxing on The Whole 30 program, which eliminates sugar, dairy and grains as options. I mean, they are gone, gone gone from my diet. And so has much of the joy of eating. Let's take coffee. I loved my two big cups of morning coffee, each with a slug of half . . .
Some time in the 80s, a friend's little girl thought Creedence Clearwater Revival sang "There's a bathroom on the right." The song was Bad Moon Rising and of course, the misheard lyric was "There's a bad moon on the rise." Don't you love those old songs with unintelligible lyrics? So we can make up . . .
Suppose we all had to wear a warning label. Mine would say: She tells the truth. Aloud. That's right. Truth told here. I just don't like the hedging, the little untruths, the massive lies. Do. Not. Like. Them. And here's another thing: If you tell the truth, you never have to remember your . . .