Saturday, April 21, 2018

So Friday Happened...

Friday night was not fun. That said, a story came out that was really interesting from a compassionate standpoint. The plan was to joke around with a couple of friends and have some wine. We ate dinner and put on a movie, then the night was out of control for a while, with discussion careening into the topic of race. 

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Why This World Needs Bogs

First off, I think ‘bog’ is a fun word.
Second, bogs have multiple uses for us humans (some of which are very important to our survival!!!) and are not difficult to keep. Online magazine called Stuff amusingly refers to wetlands as “the kidneys of the planet’”.
Third, they are in weak, weak numbers.
They’re a type of wetland that is useful for, among other things, filtering toxins, and to again quote that Stuff article, when a New Zealand farmer changed his mind about getting rid of the wetland on his property, he found previously missed benefits:

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

About This Dream I Had (Small Town)

So I was in a small town that reminded me of the ones in movies about the Old West. At one point, I put my current favorite belt on a man's pet as it roamed town. I believed that would help the animal, and, of course, I now can't remember how. 

Friday, March 16, 2018

Thursday, January 18, 2018

‘Friends Without Benefits’ by Penny Reid, a Book Review

This is my fourth Penny Reid novel, and I appreciate how she adds depth to storylines and to main characters. Her books do not settle for having either of those key story elements be dumb and two-dimensional.
                Elizabeth, our protagonist, is fulfilling her residency as an ER doctor, working her butt off, spending one wine glass-clutching night a week with her knitting group, occasionally “using” guys in casual relationships from which she simply wanted sex for just a couple of months at a time.

Friday, December 8, 2017

About This Dream I Had (Ghost Nightmare)

I had a nightmare Thursday morning. Considering what's in the news right now, let's quickly acknowledge and dismiss the fact that it seems topical: this was a nightmare because in it, I was molested. 
Such a thing has not happened to me in real life and I admire the resilience of people (regardless of gender) who really have been victimized in such a way and have continued on.
That said, after waking up at at 5:15 am and writing down all that I could remember, then thinking it over, researching online, and again reviewing it here, I have concluded that sexual misconduct headlines are not relevant to my dream. 
Still. It upset me at the time and involved a ghost. The way I describe the incident is not graphic, by the way. Wanna look into it with me?