On Bathrooms: Don’t Do This In My Name

As a woman in my 40s who likes to eat out, and enjoys spending time in places that are not home, like public libraries, I have used more than my fair share of public restrooms.  These have run the spectrum from tiny basement cubicles littered with used paper towels, to the grand expanse of the … Continue reading On Bathrooms: Don’t Do This In My Name

It’s Good to the Bottom

So my younger daughter (whom I'll call Lila here to preserve her anonymity) asked me one day last fall if I knew what holiday it was. I said I didn't, and asked her to enlighten me. "It's National Toilet Paper Rolling Day!" she announced, with no trace of jest. I was intrigued and as delighted … Continue reading It’s Good to the Bottom

Let’s Talk About Inamimate Objects, and Bedevilment

Let's talk for a minute about inanimate objects, and bedevilment. I know we're all big kids at this point, and are beyond believing in the paranormal, right? A person gets past 30 and you're just supposed to pretend that the weird or inexplicable thing you noticed simply didn't happen. Sure, you can sigh over it, … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Inamimate Objects, and Bedevilment

Who Died Wearing This Paisley Scarf?

A few deep thoughts about Thrift Stores, and Why They Are Important. Sure, there is the chance of stumbling upon, for a mere $2, that gymnastics leotard for which your daughter has been clamoring. There is the goofy sentimental artwork which you, in your clever irony, MIGHT buy and hang just for fun. Not to … Continue reading Who Died Wearing This Paisley Scarf?

Another Angle: Emily Dickinson, Larry Kelley, and the Poetry of Drone Photography

As best I understand it, the theory of six degrees of separation holds that between everybody on the planet,  there are connections - really not very many - that would be easy to follow if we could only see them. These connections, if known, could quickly link us all up, like kids with their sleeping  … Continue reading Another Angle: Emily Dickinson, Larry Kelley, and the Poetry of Drone Photography

Feeling Rattled

I apologize for sounding unsympathetic. As my 8-year-old noted this morning, people and their cars have millions of places – and the rattlesnakes have next to none these days. I am not opposed, necessarily, to a rattler colony at the Quabbin, but I do feel as though the details of it and its management have slithered off, and must be netted, before anyone can be charmed.