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 […]

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 […]

I’m Not Lisa! (and other reasons why I am blogging)

I have now published seven blog posts.  Seven little essays I wrote all by myself.  I did not show them to anyone, nor ask anyone’s permission before clicking the “publish” button.  As I am writing them, it feels like a bubble of words and emotions is welling up in me.  Clicking that button is like popping the bubble as it reaches the surface.  It […]