What Have I Gotten Into?

As I think I said, I never thought about being a lawyer until the last year of undergrad school, when decisions about the future became urgent. After all, given the time and money, one had to have planned to do something. I, being rather new to all this stuff and after consultation with friends at school, [...]

Is God Just Pissed or What?

Called “The Advanced Guard (the Ambush),” this piece was done by Frederic Remington in 1890. It is located at the Art Institute of Chicago. Two thoughts come to mind. I feel ambushed by the gush of water we have endured for the past twenty-four hours. I feel like I’m living on a floating flotsam of [...]

Eye of the Storm

Rene Magritte did this exceptional painting in 1928, oil on canvas. It is called the “False Mirror.” It is found at MoMA. I am going to need some pondering time on this I think.
Well a dark and dreary morning and it’s been a pretty constant shower since. But this has been that kind of spring [...]

Are YOU Listening?

After having done the laundry room yesterday, I can sure say I’m glad that I don’t have to do my washing outdoors like these women. This is listed as women washing from North Dakota 1900-1910 from the Fred Hultstrand Photo collection, located at the Library of Congress.
Did I tell you I’m totally blessed with a [...]

Spring Cleaning–Done, Done, Done

Well loyal readers and new ones should there be any, it’s been a quiet and peaceful couple of days. The weather was mostly lovely but the tornadoes were horrible for sure. Our alerts went off Sunday night about 45 minutes after we went to bed. We turned on the TV and discovered that the area of [...]

A Fitting Memorial Day?

It seems wrong to say “Happy Memorial Day.” Such is not the proposed tenor of the day certainly. It is more a day of sadness for those who recently have lost loved ones, and a day of reflection for the rest of us. It is particularly sobering given the tragedy of Parkersburg yesterday.
Last night the [...]

Co-ordinating Color in My Life

I was raised in a racist home, quite plain and simple. It did not particularly matter what ethnic background one was, most all were equally suspect. The “N” word was common, mostly from my father, my mother was not sufficiently aware of anything beyond her tiny world to have an opinion.
Mexicans were called “spics” and [...]