Sisters and Aunts and Daughters and Nieces and Holidays

Thanksgiving always makes me think of the people who are missing.  By now that's almost an entire generation: my parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents.  We all came together at our house.  As the oldest cousin, I got to help in the kitchen and set the table. Sounds lame but it felt very grownup.  Not that that lasted for long.  Over the years we went from three to six to nine cousins, producing plays to perform after dinner, playing Sardines and Murder, telling secrets and wreaking civilized havoc.  ...more

I Write Love Letters and Save Them

I write love letters to my sons. I save them after they’ve read them, in the back of their sock drawers. They resurface when it’s time to do laundry and get buried again when we put the clothes away....more

Turkey, turkey, turkey for days.

Three evites and two phone calls and several emails this week reveal the plans of friends and family.  Ed and Barbara made reservations at the Indian casino near them in the wine country of Northern California.  They’ll share a restaurant meal with a son, daughter-in-law and grandson.  Sue and John are headed (with lab, Lucy) to Santa Cruz for a long weekend. They’ll take walks on the beach, eat too much, toss the ball for Lucy, play board games with family and friends and then do it all over again....more

We Reach Out

I’ve written about those moments where you connect, just for a moment, with a person you don’t know. I refer to that heady phenomenon as Synchronized Strangers. I love those moments but, in truth, what makes those instances magical is the fact that we usually never see those individuals again. That moment lingers in memory alone. ...more

Just Friends

We don’t kiss. I don’t know how long it’s been. Months, at least. There’s cuddling. And foreplay and sex. And more cuddling. But he doesn’t kiss me. I’ve only brought it up twice and still never bothered to ask why. Mostly because I don’t want to hear the reasons come from lips that won’t touch me. Mostly because I know why, I know what changed, and I know it was my fault....more

They're turning a funeral home into a preschool! Extreme re-purposing while we watch.

A notice appeared in the newspaper saying the old funeral home had been sold and would become a preschool.  That building's been there for decades.  It's handsome, the way those places used to be.  It was vacant for a long time but the grounds around it were always manicured.   ...more

Lead, Follow or Get out of the Way: Young Activists Matter Too!

I edit a series of activist blogs called Care2 Causes, and I'm learning a lot.  Environmental bloggers, animal rights advocates, gay rights, human rights and, of course, women's rights; each post raises an issue with a new perspective and new ideas.  But there's one particular blogger whose posts intrigue me, not only for their quality (most Care2 bloggers are excellent) but also because she demonstrates something very important for "midlife" activists to remember:  the world ...more

As a now middle-aged activist, I well remember my own days as a young activist in the women's ...more

A Chronicle of How the State of the World Can Inspire a Signature Jewellery Design - Part 3

What symbols would represent a union of the two words POSITIVITY EQUALS PROSPERITY?...more

God bless you anyway, the panhandler said.

He said it to my back as I walked away. That was his reaction after he asked if I have something for him and I answered, “Not today.”  His tone made it a rebuke. God bless me anyway?  Would I have been sincerely blessed if I had deposited money into his hand, the way I sometimes do?   ...more

I’ve come to terms with this dilemma.

Sometimes I give them money, sometimes I don’t. ...more

What really attracts us to each other?

How much of what we’re drawn to in other people - either in friendship or in love - is that they seem to be our opposites?  Or are we most attracted to people whom we feel are exactly like us? One theory says we choose people who possess something we wish we knew.  Or wish we owned.  Or wish we could be. The other theory is that we seek people who mirror us. ...more