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Wake Up Time

I’ve been wondering how to write about everything I’ve thought and done since the last post. Obviously, that’s a losing proposition for all concerned, so I’ll try to keep it relatively short.
Last Thursday, I wrote an email to my Austin Dem friends with the subject line “I’m Drinking the Kool Aid.” It was my personal [...]

SOTD #40: Jungleland

I write the first sentence of this post over and over. I’ve written the second sentence more than once. I’ve deleted paragraphs, deleted ideas, deleted notes. Usually, my periods of quiet in the blog are due to bouts of self-doubt or over-extension. I’m prown to both, so over the years, there are probably more periods [...]

Happy Easter

For my next trick, I will try to resurrect this blog. Has its time passed? Do I have anything clever left to say? Do I remember how to type?
I’ll say a couple of things quickly, to set the mood. I am sitting at the infamous table, looking out at a most unfamiliar site. The sky [...]

The Dark Side of Feminism

The Dark Side of Feminism:
Chris does the laundry. My jeans are dirty. They are washed.
Then they are tossed in the dryer. Not laid flat, as the label instructs.
Now my “muffin-top” flesh hurts and you can see 3mm more of my foot than I want you to see.
Liberation is a bitch.

More Step Seven, with a Dash of Feminist Discourse

Back to my jealousy problem. Yesterday, I finished writing a short piece about how I felt about the death of Betty Friedan. I made the bold move of submitting it to the Op-Ed page of the New York Times. I knew that the big issue was time and Judy Warner–author of Perfect Madness, [...]

Step Seven: Keeping It Real

OK, most of you already know that my life has a certain 12 Step-cast to it and that it has for a very long time. I’ve tried to avoid bringing any of that up here, but my tiny window for writing has intersected today not with a great musical moment but with my number [...]

Return to Form?

Today, Leith cut my hair for four hours. No, she colored and cut my hair for four hours. Not a single hair on my head is longer than an inch and a half. So, this was an epic effort, a crusade worthy of a ballad.I hope that the return to intense focus [...]

A Little Explanation of Last Night’s Post

Last night, I posted a semi-description of discovering my mother-in-law quoted in The LA Times. I was shocked because a) she didn’t tell us that she had been interviewed or that the article had been published, b) I found the link via The Note, which I was looking at for the first time ever, [...]

Serendipity

Obviously, there was no redesign time this weekend. As for the clamor for photographs, I was trying to get away with no pictures, but I guess one should be forthcoming.A friend sent email earlier referring to “centering” as a new-age cliche. That got me thinking about somenthing my yoga teacher Mary said at [...]