Plastic Farm Animals
Dear Santa I’d like a pony this year, and world peace for Bob, please. Again, I know. It seems silly to ask for the same things every year, but old habits are hard to break. Both Bob and I were very well behaved this year. We didn’t fight much, we kept the house clean, and […]
“Kill chicken, show monkey,” the Chinese doorman at the Tianjin Hyatt shrugged in reference to a geopolitical news story. This was in 1998 when Bob and I were working in northern China, living in a hotel, absorbing all the nuances of the Far East. I pictured emboldened macaques terrorizing a barnyard flock, the farmer stomping […]
For years now I’ve been willfully ignorant of media news and so miss most of what’s happening outside my little life. Bob and I have not watched television in our home since 1997 and we’ve not had a newspaper subscription for nearly as many years. Bob is pretty good about staying on top of the […]
I woke to the sound of war drums from a lovely dream about Jesse the Wonder Horse and a precocious young foal. Their relationship was exactly what you would expect between an elder and a youngster. The two were tethered by one long rope to a tall and sheltering tree. In my dream, I had […]
This is in response to the following Facebook status by friend Andrew Kamerosky, posted today: This morning, eleven years ago, I sat in class when another teacher came into the room and without saying a word turned on the tv. It took me a few moments to even understand what the image of the burning picture […]