Month: April 2019

May Day! Ganga May Day!

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California has too many marijuana farms—growing too much product—and if nothing is done it will devastate the pot industry.

How’s that for a blog headline!

And, who’d have ever considered that “pot” and “industry” would appear in the same sentence!… ...

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DRINKING… because no great story ever started with someone eating a salad

Though I’m Irish, with an apparently innate tendency to story tell and drink…

this post is not to disparage salad, but to praise it as metaphor.

First of all, salads have more complexity and varieties than drink. Don’t challenge me on that statement, just go along with the theme.… ...

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Spiced Cider, Venus, and Mars –

I wore Estee Lauder lipstick for years. The color was Spiced Cider. Women loved it and complimented it universally. My husband never said a word.

He just kissed me 😎 Who was I to complain?

Colorful lips were useful in my career as a speech-language pathologist.… ...

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Why I write

500 words personal essay, Orange County Roadshow/Podcast, 1888 Center, April 9, 2018

  •   Because I’m compelled by blood. I honor my heredity: my parents and their highly literate minds.
  •   Because my first fully-formed memory shows my mother and me as ensemble. She took over my chore—defaulted forever to the eldest child—of drying the dishes because I had homework.
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Life as a Miracle: though petrified, I prevailed

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“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

Joan Didion’s famed opening line resounded the air as I took my first step into the slot canyon. I hoped I’d survive to tell this story. We’d read, in a Nat Geo article, that the walk in/out of Petra was four miles and I had a gimp.… ...

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Dreams are… realized.

Dreams are restorative, of that, we are assured. My physician ordered sleeping pills during my active treatment for breast cancer and angst. A dozen years later, I’m still on the pill.

I sleep well and dream long.

It’s said that dreams are both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.… ...

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