Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Friday, September 28, 2018


There’s one debilitating behavior that most of us fall victim to with great regularity: listening to critical voices in our heads. Whether they originate from external criticism or our own fears and doubts, these negative voices tell us we’re not good enough, kind enough, or productive enough. Research shows that echoing negative thoughts inside our heads increases our chances of depression, isolates us from others, and inhibits us from pursuing goals.

Sunday, December 17, 2017


Most memories, if they do survive, come to adults with more clarity if they happened around or after age three-and-a-half. Still, not many that happen between three-and-a-half and puberty survive throughout life. Before we get into middle school most of the evocative impressions we may have held onto from toddlerhood to elementary school have vanished. As teens and adults, we are left with the stories we have heard about being little, along with incomplete fragments of events (if any at all). Only recently have scientists begun to understand the neurological underpinnings of this inevitable loss.
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Monday, November 6, 2017

Family prohibited

Long before the likes of Shake Shack, In & Out Burger, and a myriad of other hamburger hotspots that have skyrocketed to fame and foodie fortune, there was, and still is, Burger Joint.
Sequestered behind an imposing velvet curtain in the lobby of Le Parker Meridien on West 56th Street in Manhattan, Burger Joint isn't the modern, fad-du-jour eatery typically found in today's upscale hotels. On the contrary, lovers of a good-ole neighborhood dive—sans the seedy drunks and odor of stale beer—will feel right at home here.

If you enter the hotel and don't know what you're looking for, chances are you'll miss it. At first glance, I thought the short, dark corridor leading to Burger Joint led to public restrooms. The only evidence that something might be around the corner was a small burger-shaped neon sign I could barely make out from a distance.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017


The war for drugs escalates at this time of year. Too many family reunions, dinners and parties mean that old and young alike are desperate for their meds. If you're new at this, I recommend something from the benzodiazepine family. Xanax, Ativan and Librium will do nicely if all you need to do is get through Christmas lunch without cutting a sibling's throat. However, if you're trying to avoid exposing Uncle March for the paedophile that he is, you might need one of the neuroleptics. Thorazine works well, but get your timing right. You don't want to be slack-jawed and drooling into the turkey with your paper hat over one eye while everyone else is pulling crackers.

Friday, February 24, 2017


These may seem like small things, but isn't it the small things that make up a persons character. He has never stopped supporting me, and encouraging me. He tells me I'm beautiful and when we're together (or apart, really) I know I'm the only person he sees. He believes in me and loves me in a way I have never known. He understands and celebrates my desire to be the best mom I can, and yet never forgets that I am also a woman. No matter how challenging or intimidating the trial ahead he lets me know that I am more than capable of defeating it. He doesn't fix my problems for me, but rather he lets me know I'm strong enough to solve them...but he's there. I know that when I buckle, because the pain is just too much to bear, he will pick me up and and carry me until my strength returns. For crying out loud he gives me his BACON! Now if that isn't love I don't know what is so... 

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Agnostic intent

This fine morning, Lord,
I woke and breathed, deeply.
I opened my eyes and squinted up,
sighting, blearily, the roof over my head
from the soft comfort of my bed.

I sat up and stretched, mightily.
I stood up, carefully.
I staggered, confidently,
a few feet to another room
where I could relieve myself
and wash up to the sound of running water,
drying with big fluffy towels.

Anarchisitic   Routine

Friday, August 5, 2016

Life line

I often  find out  about the time  by watching on a clock radio .
Using a  manuel reel  lawnmower.
Sound  of a awakening .
Not the same.