What if you'd spent 20 years as an artist and writer whose evocative words and accompanying art touched such a chord they brought you an international following? What if your words spoke to thousands, tens of thousands or even more, touched them so much that they purchased your very affordable . . .
The river that flows in you also flows in me. ~Kabir While I understand the politics of fear intellectually, it is very hard to understand how many in our country have fallen prey to it. It's like they've drunk some strange brew that alters their view of reality. Of course, they'd say the same . . .
Let me introduce you to an amazing guy. This man provides the foundation for my life. He is, to cut to the chase, amazing. I have known him since he was 21 years old (and I was 18) so I know just how amazing he is. He is an amazing doggie dad to our two rescues...and they absolutely adore him. He . . .
This has been my view from my life in quarantine, from my seat at the desk in my two-room accommodations at a Residence Inn in Rochester, NY. That's my car, at which I looked longingly every day after it arrived (earlier than expected.) I thought I'd have a lot to say about my two weeks closeted in . . .
Is this the new normal? Blogging now from our hometown of Rochester, NY, where we've decided to wait out the pandemic. After a promising early experience with controlling the pandemic, our beloved California is now worst in the nation. Since we are finishing a second home in Rochester, we've . . .
The unexamined life is not worth living, Socrates said, famously. I say the examined life can be hell. But truth is, it's the only way I can live. It ain't for everyone, though, I know. It takes relentless honesty and continual introspection.* Those things are not for the faint of . . .
It's the thing about getting older--we get wiser. Usually. We realize we know less than we thought and in many cases we really know nothing. At least that's been true of me. I remember being in my early 20s and being far less able to take critical input than I am now. In fact, it didn't occur to me . . .
When I was not even 21 I left my hometown of Rochester, NY (the suburban town of Irondequoit, to be exact and EAST Irondequoit, to be precise.) I left to start a new life as a wife. My new husband was also a Rochesterian, and of Sicilian descent, like me. But our hometown couldn't hold us. There . . .
Yes, more thoughts from a cop. My conversation with my police officer friend is still going on, but this is the last installment of this particular interview. If you missed the first two parts, Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here. I encourage you to leave your questions below, on this post. There will . . .
If you didn’t see yesterday’s talk with a cop, Part 1, start there. If you did, here’s the rest of the story. Why would I talk to a cop? Because, as he says: “I’ve known Carol for years and she wanted this to be more of a conversation. She and I do not see eye to eye on everything, although we do . . .
