I’ve been listening to her coverage of Trump’s first hundred days, and her informed rage is deeply, deeply satisfying. I like that she comes with stories, history, connections, and receipts. I hate hearing about the things she reports on; they wreck me, but I need to hear. As of today, she’s returning to just Mondays, and I will miss her.
Tag: love
Learning To Love Reality.
Macro of a perfect eye The visit to my retina specialist yesterday was disappointing. The film over my left eye and the large twig-like floater will have to resolve on their own—or not—no YAG laser procedure for me. When I asked about YAG as a possibility, my doctor recoiled, “God, no! Do not do that! … Continue reading Learning To Love Reality.
Did I Ever Tell You The Story of Nibbies And Her Puppies?
I found them funny unless I was in them or had some memory of the incident myself. I do remember the story of Nibbies' puppies, but I want to tell you MY version.
Fine Is A Four-Letter Word
Fine is a lie. Fine means I don’t want to tell you how I’m doing, so let’s move it along, okay? How I am doing is none of your business.
Strengthening the Love Container
People sometimes break down in yoga class. They fall apart. They shatter. It doesn't happen a lot, but it happens regularly enough so that I have to be prepared for it. When people shatter, it's usually because their "container" isn’t strong enough to hold whatever emotion detonated within them. They don’t see it coming. They … Continue reading Strengthening the Love Container
Inspiration Location 