At a recent wedding rehearsal dinner, I sat across from a well-off, pension-receiving white guy who started a conversation about immigration. Sorry for him that he did not know he was sitting across from a Spanish teacher/book author who has studied and followed Hispanic cultures for most of my life. And I’m old. To sum… Continue reading Show Me the Numbers!
It seems that people these days don’t know how to do much except play games on their phones and do things with technology. The old-fashioned stuff that seniors know how to do is lost on the younger people. Everyone should know how to: Fry a pound of bacon. Make an omelet. Make a grilled cheese… Continue reading I is for Idiots (and Geniuses)
My childhood friend from Iowa called the other day. As we were comparing notes about our dysfunctional childhood households (hers with physical abuse, mine verbal), she mentioned the immigrant caravan at the border. “What are going to do about that?” she said. “Let in the women and children,” I said. “I’m not sure about the… Continue reading The Benefits of a Hard Childhood
I look around and see athletes with tattoos, ex-military people with tattoos, mothers of small children with tattoos . . .
This morning I woke up and wanted to write about tattoos. I went to another music in the park last night and saw so many. It’s a generational thing – getting tattooed — which will permanently mark an era. The only Tattoo we had back in the 70’s was the little man on Fantasy Island… Continue reading The Illustrated Man (and Woman)