the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky

“I believe in aristocracy, though — if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power, based upon rank and influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the […]

rest in peace Everett Williams, crystal child

Dear Lovely Death Dear lovely death That taketh all things under wing- Never to kill- Only to change Into some other thing This suffering flesh, To make it either more or less, Yet not again the same- Dear lovely death, Change is thy other name -Langston Hughes, 1931 Last Saturday I attended the memorial service […]

I’m grateful for old white men.

To express my heartfelt gratitude for old white men, let me look no further than my own sweet father.  He is 73, which I suppose makes him old-ish by young people standards.  My dad is, hands down, one of my favorite people in the whole world. He is quite traditional in many ways, one might even go so […]

Madonna tours Seattle and doesn’t disappoint us.

Watching Madonna’s Superbowl half-time spectacle earlier this year, I couldn’t help but feel like a voyeur.  I wasn’t watching so much for the entertainment as I was to check in on her aging process.  Even when I don’t care much about her music, Madonna is always fun to watch.  So when I was invited to go to the Madonna concert on October […]

less shame and more honesty: my d-i-v-o-r-c-e

I just read a post on a blog I follow, elroyjones.  At the end of this brief but insightful post, which was on the subject of Vanessa Williams and her Penthouse scandal, the author stated “The world could use a little more honesty and a lot less shame.”  In honor of this sentiment, I would like to briefly discuss […]

bare-naked pushers

Last weekend I spent a few hours at a Korean spa near Seattle with Shannon, one of my best friends from childhood, who was visiting for the weekend.   Women (no men allowed!) pay an entrance fee to lounge in pools of water of varying temperatures, and to hang out in small rooms which contain certain minerals or substances said to […]

Losing Faith – memories of a childhood friend

In the early seventies my family moved into our first house, a comfortable three bedroom ranch-style house on a quiet street where I would live for the rest of my childhood with my parents and my younger sister Julia.  Living next door was a girl named Faith, who was at least a year older than me, but exponentially wiser.  We […]

aforementioned bedraggled blog post about rule-following by harsh self-critic

“I believe in rules.  Sure I do.  If there weren’t any rules, how could you break them?”   Leo Durocher (American Baseball Player, 1905-1991) Last weekend I was involved in a conversation with a close girlfriend and my boyfriend on the subject of our individual inclinations towards following rules.  It was duly noted by my girlfriend that I […]