Monthly Archives: August 2009

Rid yourself of vanities and just go with the season…

An Indian couple were sitting on a bench with their backs to me, the sunlight was poking through Ava’s hair setting it on fire in short, auburn, bursts and I was fixated on what the couple was watching. Their family, (an adult daughter, her two children and husband,) were all dressed in traditional Indian regla…

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This Bullseye Culture will put a bullet in your head….

An old coworker posted this afternoon on a social media site that she was late to yoga because a work meeting, featuring such stars as: Faith Hill, Shakira, Fergie, Renee Zellwegger and the Black Eyed Peas, ran a little late. Unfortunate. I hadn’t thought of the Shiny, Happy, Place in months, really. I remembered the pretenses, sure-…

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Throw pillows and an oriental rug…

She Says: Collective Soul  She said that time is unfair To a woman her age Now that wisdom has come Everything else fades… It’s true. The words on the anchorman’s lips are telling us all what we’re afraid to hear- summer is quietly passing. The days in which I watch my daughter’s triumphant smile beam…

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Clear and Present Danger: Afghan Women are entering the darkest time yet…

 We must do something about this. Please read this article: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/aug/14/afghanistan-womens-rights-rape Copy the link, send to your friends and family.  We are currently occupying Afghanistan and helping the government because we have been ‘convinced’ that the Taliban was much, much, worse. Highlights: Guardianship of children are male only. (Women cannot be guardians of their offspring.)…

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The bubonic plague got me again….

Sometimes, the biggest obstacles are not the ones you plan for. They hit you blindly- without warning on a Monday afternoon and before you know it- a shell of your former self is in the Emergency Room. I think, “It’s good that I’m here for me- Ava is fine and regardless what happens there are…

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Rock, Paper, Fire…

My admiration for you did not die when your fire for me did.  It was black in my room and I sat listening to the hum of the computer fan and the sound of my acrylic nails tapping on the mouse. I digested those words for what seemed like hours. He said them with conviction-…

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