November 30th, 2011
The day after Thanksgiving I tried to get my daughters and my mother to help clean up. They said that they would, but it was impossible for them to bring their boats in to shore. And while lost at sea in laundry baskets and two desks chairs there was nothing for it but to read Robinson Crusoe in case of a shipwreck and the Greek Myths in the hopes that Neptune would send gentle tides to eventually bring them safely back to shore…preferably after all the clean-up was done.
I threatened the usual, walking the plank, keel hauling, depriving them of citrus to induce scurvy, press ganging them and forcing them to row to the coasts of Somalia. I think you can see the fear in their eyes…
I am still vacuuming and scraping turkey stuffing off the fork tines.
On a more SERIOUS NOTE…
I’m blogging today at MOMSLA about a beautiful installation at the Skirball Cultural Center representing abused women and sex slaves called, “Women Hold Up Half The Sky.” The installation is based on the heart-breaking, achingly hopeful book of the same name, researched and penned by a married Pulitzer-prize winning couple. To read more about it CLICK HERE
August 15th, 2011
Here’s the problem with ice cream. You mean to eat it slowly so that your eating pleasure is in direct inverse proportion to ice cream’s legion, fat-propagating calories. But ice cream melts. You can’t eat it slowly unless you’re living in an igloo in Natsilingmiutut, in which case you don’t want ice cream, you want [...]