Serenity… refocus – seek joy – thrive

If morning joggers knew how tempting they looked to morning motorists, they would stay home and do sit-ups.  ~Rita Rudner Okay, so maybe that’s not so inspirational, but it is pretty funny! Um, unless  you are a morning jogger, I guess.  Really, though, I am only truly annoyed by the ones jogging along with big, [...]

I woke up early this morning to write. Or, rather, I woke up early this morning – 3 am – and decided not to go back to sleep, but to write instead. I’m not sure that worked out too well, because I have little to show for it but a pile of disconnected thoughts and [...]

This and that about not very much. I like rocks. I used to collect them, sort of. Definitely not in any sort of organized way, just here and there as something caught my eye. An unusual shape or color, maybe. I remember one time a young boy came to my door – he looked sort [...]

… worth fighting are those you are going to lose,  because somebody has to fight them and lose and lose and lose until someday, somebody who believes as you do wins. In order for somebody to win an important, major fight 100 years hence, a lot of other people have got to be willing – [...]

Well, maybe, I don’t know – but the study behind this London Sunday Times story wouldn’t support the conclusion. Craig Silverman at CJR has this somewhat odd story: Dr. Aaron Sell, a researcher at the Center for Evolutionary Psychology at the University of California, has been hearing from a lot of old friends and colleagues [...]

Okay, not really. So, I decided to start dipping my toes back into poliblogging – very reluctantly, which is why there is next to nothing on here to reflect that decision – and part of that is also beginning to visit some of the bigger white feminist sites again as, of course, for me as [...]

I opened my closet and looked with – yes, I admit it! – longing at the box that contains my old phone. No, not the the old cordless, which I packed away when I eliminated landline service. That’s not really random confession material. No, what I yearned for was this: My Incredibles phone. So, she [...]

CHARLES GILBERT, Fleeing from Davis, a Negro Trader–Secreted under a Hotel–Up a Tree–Under a Floor–In a Thicket–On a Steamer. [Story/chapter synopsis from William Still’s “Underground Railroad”.]

I have a cold or the flu or something. This is not, in the balance of things, an important issue, but, well… it certainly affects everything *I* do. Especially since I’ve had a cold, off and on, all winter and it’s really becoming annoying. I’m usually one of those insufferable people who always manages to [...]