Neo speaks
Many years ago I used to do weekly podcasts for PJ Media with three other bloggers (“The Sanity Squad”), and most of my readers were familiar with the sound of my voice. Although at first doing the podcasts made me … Continue reading →
Category Archives: Me, myself, and I
Do you watch TV news anymore?
I don’t. Ann Althouse succinctly states my take on this election: To me, the election is a horror show, and it doesn’t matter whether I go down into the cellar or jump out the window. A monster will grab me. … Continue reading →
Notes on blogging and this election (and more on the phenomenon of “oversampling”)
I will be extremely unhappy with the results of this election, no matter who wins. But one thing I will be extremely happy about is that the election will finally be over. Finally, after what seems like years. Short of … Continue reading →
A little historic perspective on Trump and me
I often forget that not everyone here has perfect recall of everything I’ve ever written. That’s meant to be humorous, because of course they don’t. I don’t even have perfect recall of everything I’ve ever written, and I’m the one … Continue reading →
Further thoughts on this election and my vote
You may notice that I’m posting today, something I don’t usually do on Sundays. Well, first of all, I’m sick. I have a nasty cold. So my energy level for doing other more fun things (although what could be more … Continue reading →
When life hands you apples, make applesauce
Ever since I encountered the Golden Russet apple about a week ago, I’ve been on a rare heirloom apple kick. The Russett made me wonder what other gems I’d not explored, ambrosial taste thrills as-yet unimagined in the apple realm. … Continue reading →
The joys of makeup
Some people are wondering why on earth I seem so taken with makeovers. What’s the big deal? Besides the obvious desire to get away from the gloom of the election and escape into something seemingly frivolous and entertaining, that is. … Continue reading →
They told me to get over it, and I did
They told me to get over it. Trump is the nominee, suck it up, get with the program, shut up about it. And so I finally did, sort of (all except those last two bits). Not only that, but I’ve … Continue reading →
Those friends who disappear
Today I read this WaPo article by a woman whose best friend stopped communicating with her with no explanation, and how ten years later the author still grieves the loss of their friendship and is mystified by it. I could … Continue reading →
Ode to a Frog
My ex-husband has been going through his papers, and yesterday he found something I thought had been long lost—a poem I had written as a 14-year-old sophomore in high school. How it came to be in his stuff I don’t … Continue reading →
The joys of aging: eye doctor interlude
What have I been doing lately besides contemplating Robert Frost and deploring Donald Trump? Well, yesterday I had a previously-unscheduled sojourn at the eye doctor’s. First, I’ll tell you the ending: I’m okay. But what preceded it was no small … Continue reading →
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
The other day I went to the drugstore and indulged in one of my favorite pastimes, buying makeup. Hey, we all have our small vices. I bought a new tube of undereye circle concealer of my favorite kind (see this … Continue reading →