This weekend I went to eat at Chipotle. For those of you unfortunate enough not to have one nearby, Chipotle is a chain restaurant that has giant burritos, with beans, rice and meat wrapped in tortillas. You stand in line and order at the counter, and it winds up being about a $10 lunch. It… Continue reading Chipotle love- compassion in the wild
So, I’ve been struggling with hormones lately (another thing I have in common with middle school students- crazy chemical imbalances) Things have evened out, fewer hot flashes, fewer random rages, fewer unpredictable gushes. One of the terrifying things I read when I was first dealing with peri-menopause (definition- menopause is a one time event: last… Continue reading Spooky Halloween Story- Just Gain the Weight
As the leaves get crunchy and the pumpkins grow moldy (I know, not for everyone: Hello, Southern Hemisphere!) I have been thinking and writing about scary stuff, like being old and feeble and the idea of giving up caffeine, and here’s another- showing the real me… But, the real me is awful! Yeah, which real… Continue reading Spooky Halloween Story: Be Authentic
A couple years ago I read Neville Schute’s On the Beach. Set in Australia after worldwide nuclear war, it shows how the Aussies react knowing that they are going to die, as soon as the Coriolus effect brings the radiation down under. I was talking to a group of students about it, 8th grade boys,… Continue reading You do realize you’re going to die someday, right?
So, I’m sitting at the table, with garlic bread, pasta, meatballs, and a fluffy mound of fresh grated Parmesan cheese in front of me. My head hurts, my eyes burn and I try to hold back the tears for the umpteenth time today. Nope. The tears come- I was trying to stuff the… Continue reading When a kid comes back to his old school…
It’s hot in my neighborhood this week. In the 90’s during the day, although it’s a dry heat, and my friends in Arizona will point out that 90’s would be a delicious relief. For me, it’s hot though. I have been taking it easy , or trying to, after minor surgery. Here’s a sign of… Continue reading I wish I could be in the lake…
Moving meditation, or picking up trash? It’ s up to me to decide.
