The acceptable garb of my former workplace was one step below “business casual”. No suits on either men or women; the Director and Assistant Director (both male) came closest to the suit thing by wearing shirts and slacks without ties. … Continue reading
Judy Garland serenades George Murphy with “Daddy, don’t leave me, Daddy”. In 1942 this scenario was innocent enough, but today comes off as a bit creepy. I am sitting in front of the TV, streaming “My Gal Sal” on Kanopy. … Continue reading
We have wireless!! I shouted up the kitchen stairs of our new home. The kitchen staircase opens into my husband’s playroom, filled with keyboards, musical instruments, his iMac—which is only half his office. More on that later. But there was no … Continue reading
We bought the Albany, Oregon house four years ago. People ask me, “Why Albany?” And I immediately think of the reasons that are not mine: “I love it!” “I grew up there.” “My family is there.” None of this is … Continue reading
Now is the time of year one gets catalogs. Tons of them. In snail and e-mail. Sales. ½ off, 50% off (yes, that’s the same thing) buy-one-get-one-free. Click-bait, all of it. I saw a coat. I have a thing for … Continue reading
She’s a gregarious person, snappingly energetic, this former teaching colleague of mine. We’ve met by chance in the bulk foods aisle of the supermarket, and her expansive gestures can fly around unimpeded here because the section sees only light traffic. … Continue reading
