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Hooray for Summer Solstice!
When summer finally arrives, you can’t really blame Seattleites for getting a little crazy, can you?
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Starting Out Silver
Dating in one’s 50’s, or even later than that, is something else again. It’s not for sissies. It adds another whole layer of complexity to things. In your 50’s, you’re more apt to come with appliances. Glasses. Dentures. Night Guards, canes or back braces, arch supports, bottles of pills. There are things you can no…
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The Fremont Solstice Parade
Yesterday I had the quintessential Seattle, Washington day. It was the kind of day that really highlighted the fact that I’m not in Jacksonville, Florida anymore, baby, and I’m sooooooo glad of it! I could never have had a day like this in Florida. Not in a million years. It’s an annual tradition here, on…
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A Few Thoughts on International Women’s Day
First of all, happy International Women’s Day! It’s nice to be recognized and celebrated. I’m glad that organizations throughout the world will be using this as an opportunity to speak out about equal rights. I’m thrilled that this will open up dialogues that many people wouldn’t otherwise have thought to have. But at the same…
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The Emperor Has No Balls
I love art. I love satire. I love Seattle. So when all these things come together, I’m particularly thrilled. And oh, I was, when one of my faithful readers (waving at Linda!) pointed out to me an art installation that came to Seattle, New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles and Cleveland. Called “The Emperor Has…
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World Naked Gardening Day? And I Missed It?
Jeez! Why do I always seem to find out about the cool stuff after the fact? I’m marking my calendar for the first Saturday of May next year, because that’s when World Naked Gardening Day rolls around again. I love to skinny-dip. There is nothing more liberating than swimming in the nude. But opportunities to…
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Walkin’ After Midnight
When I was young I had a problem with sleepwalking. Sometimes I would sit straight up in bed and say something strange, lie back down again, and not remember anything about it in the morning. Once, my mother walked into the kitchen and there I was, pushing against the counter with all my might. She…