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"To the barricades!" my husband exhorted the other day, as I told him about the latest political action being taken against the regime of hate and evil that's coming. Instantly, I thought of the first time I saw Les Miserables on Broadway so many years ago. At the time, a key role was played by a . . .
But dreaming is all I can do. It's winter, and this stack of wood outside the Santa Fe home we have rented the past two autumns must be coming in handy to combat the chill of a Santa Fe winter. We're not there now, but I can imagine it clearly. As I write, snow showers are forecast for the Santa . . .
As the birth of Christ is celebrated all over the United States, we'd do well to live by his example. Words I never thought I would utter: "Honey, help me remember to bring the "women against hate" sign to the solidarity event at the mosque tomorrow." Politics does make for strange bedfellows, . . .
Holiday atrocities? Oh yeah. This is the first year I've seen some horrific things at our usual Christmas tree lot, and I simply had to share. Because, well, they are pretty atrocious. Well, it was bound to happen. Pink. Pink is not a Christmas color. Pink is for newborn baby girls. An . . .
Wandering around the internet you can come across some pretty cool things. Like Cool People Care, a socially responsible company that markets products with a message--and donates a portion of the proceeds to causes represented by the goods. It's making a difference and providing an opportunity for . . .
Silence and inaction will be very expensive. Save Save . . .
There I stood in my kitchen, churning butter. Well, not really churning it. I was actually clarifying it to remove milk solids --the dairy portion of butter. You might know clarified butter as ghee, used in many Indian recipes. You can buy it in health food stores, but it's pricey. I had a few . . .
Do you know about past-life regression? If you're a new friend, you might not know that I'm a past-life regressionist. I'm finishing up a three-course graduate program in past-life regression at Atlantic University, the school Edgar Cayce founded in the 1930s. It's a terrific program grounded in . . .
Having read all your posts about family gatherings during which tensions ran high, I realize it's time to revive last year's post about surviving family and friends for the holidays. Ah, last year. When maybe we fought with our relatives about the little things. Boy, have things changed. Anyway, . . .