I've been aware of, and listening to, Rush in one form or another for exactly half-a-century, ever since his appearance on the Pittsburgh airwaves at the very young age of twenty, when he was calling himself Jeff Christie, and he was the rather 'mod' and transgressive disc jockey on WIXZ and KQV--the one the young'uns… Continue reading Rush Limbaugh, RIP
“Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”–Anne Shirley When I was a child, and like many young girls, I loved Lucy Maud Montgomery’s* stories of Anne (with an “e”) Shirley and her guardians, Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, and… Continue reading Kindred Spirits
I've written several posts about my rather schizophrenic musical tastes, and how, even as a child of the 1960's, I never owned a Beatles album (or even a 45!) until after I got married and Mr. Right gave one to me as a gift. My early childhood (mid-to-late 1950s) was spent mostly in Nigeria, sometimes… Continue reading It’s Only Words…
As most of you know, I’m British. And as such, I generally try to keep a pretty stiff upper lip about things. Not to whine unduly. And when I do whine, I try to whine at the person or people who are at the root of my dissatisfaction or unhappiness, or in the case of… Continue reading Ave Atque Vale, Thou Bleak Midwinter of My Discontent!
I've been thinking. Yes, I know that's always a frightening proposition. What can I say? Well, only that I'm 66 and still standing on my own two feet; that I'm content with how my life turned out (no, that doesn't mean, with the benefit of hindsight, that if I had a do-over about certain things… Continue reading Responsible Men, and the Women Who Love Them
It's that time of year again . . . and I was reminded of a post that I wrote on Ricochet--crimenutely!--seven Decembers ago. Not much has changed, except that our small family is even smaller. Sam is gone. And Mr. Right is gone. And numerous other two and four-legged friends have either fallen by the… Continue reading Putting Up the Christmas Tree
This post was originally published on ricochet.com on May 26, 2018. There's an update for 2020, just below it. This old house once knew his children This old house once knew his wife This old house was home and comfort As they fought the storms of life Truth be told, it’s not so very old.… Continue reading Of This Old House. Of Mine.
I was lucky enough to view the pre-publication chapters of this book--Virga Joy (Or the Adventures of El Colonel de Corona), and to be able to weigh in, in a very small way, on its final content. It's a very pleasing work of escapist fiction, written, in its entirety, by a friend. Enjoy! And please… Continue reading Please Consider This Book–Perhaps As a Christmas Present
Well, here we go. A post in which I fully expect to be excoriated as a “Pollyanna.” As a person who refuses to acknowledge the Truth. A disbeliever in the “science” of what we (Conservatives) face at this particular crossroads. A deluded fool. And some sort of wrong-headed political animal who has no right to… Continue reading Giving Thanks: I Will Not Be Moved
I originally published the following post on Ricochet, on November 4, 2016, five days before the election that put Donald Trump in the White House. It would have been my stepson Michael's forty-ninth birthday. Tomorrow, November 4, 2020, would have been birthday number fifty-three. Please don't wait to hug the people you love, and don't… Continue reading Gratitude: For Michael, And Why I’ll Still Be Here A Week From Now