ordinary blessings. . . aren’t

In Joan Didion's memoir, Blue Nights, about her daughter Quintana's life and death, she wrote of toasting Quintana and her new husband, Gerry, on their wedding day, six months before the illness that would ultimately claim Quintana's life began, saying: We wished them happiness, we wished them health, we wished them love and luck and beautiful... Continue Reading →

an uncool love list.

Happy Early Thursday, y'all! So, it's been a bit since I've posted due to: The sinus plague. Even my Sara Bug got sick - and that hasn't happened in a very long time. Yuck.  Working on a major project. I have gone through my writer's notebooks from the past several years, extracting my notes I've... Continue Reading →

strong like my grandmothers.

Lately, when I'm really having a good COVID-19 freak out - and when I really read the latest Scary Things sometimes I do - I have learned to take a moment of pause and remember one of the most fabulous ladies I've ever known, my dear Grandmother's mother, my great Grandmother Humphries. She was sweet... Continue Reading →

time to write a (long) story.

Who lives? Who dies? Who tells your story? -- Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda Like many others, I was anxiously awaiting the premiere of Hamilton on Disney Plus earlier this month. I've been a long time lover of musical theatre and a performer of it in my youth and I couldn't wait to see if this actually... Continue Reading →

a love list.

Today, it's time for an overdue, Quaran-Love List. There is always much to be thankful for. ❤ Among my many blessings, I am giving gratitudes this weekend for. . . A wonderful talk with my bestie yesterday. She and her lovely husband have a big weekend of great things that they so deserve and I... Continue Reading →

disability awareness month.

Actually, I am calling July this. Everyone else mentioning it is calling it "disability pride month" - and I just can't go there. I totally get it - and agree with the concepts. The idea that there is no reason to be ashamed of our physical or mental limitations, our scars, our limps, our devices... Continue Reading →

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