Category Archives: Life
White Privilege
In 1997, I passed the Philadelphia School District’s test for English teachers, and picked my first school from among the openings. The choices seemed bleak: each position was at one of the persistently dangerous schools- that’s to say, schools that … Continue reading
Let’s boycott the bigots. All of them.
One of my greatest joys, as a mother, was passing my love of reading to my daughter, Bonnie. Oh, the books we read together, beginning with my favorite children’s author, Richard Scarry. We subscribed to the Children’s Book of the … Continue reading
Absent without leave
The two months since I wrote my last blog have been sucked up by the black hole of time. Looking back over my planner, I see that I haven’t suffered from a dearth of activities. I have no memory of … Continue reading
Bitch-slapped by life
Life reached out and gave us a bitch slap recently. We’d taken an overnight trip with friends to Puntarenas, on the west coast of Costa Rica, a couple of hours away from our Puriscal home. At eight that morning, we’d … Continue reading
The Sting
I had a big day planned yesterday: lunch and a movie in the city (Escazu, Costa Rica) with girlfriends. We may be seniors, but we’re still girls, right? But I begged off, due to a headache and upset tummy. The … Continue reading
The Supremes wig out again
According to the New York Times, the supremes are wigging out again, and this time, two of my favorites seem to have defected to the dark side. Justices Kagan and Sotomayor, females AND liberals, have changed their minds about allowing … Continue reading
Batty over bats
In general, I’m not a fan of bats. They simply don’t conform to my notion of cuddly critters. And there’s that whole vampire thing. Not that I believe in them, but it happens that I’ve been binge-viewing season one of … Continue reading
Clean, or happy?
Before we moved to Costa Rica, we learned that we could find someone to clean the house for about a dollar an hour. I was ecstatic. Back home, I cleaned when company was coming. It’s not that I don’t love … Continue reading
Lost and losing it
Jack and I left at quarter to six. The party was about fifteen minutes from our house, and none of our geezer friends is ever fashionably late. As we bounced down the nameless road that connects us with the rest … Continue reading
