Saturday, November 28, 2015

Rita Mae Brown: Trust

Every day you're alive and someone loves you is a miracle.
― Rita Mae Brown

Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
― Rita Mae Brown

Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts. And never hope more than you work.
― Rita Mae Brown

Rita Mae Brown

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.
― Rita Mae Brown, Riding Shotgun

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they're ok, then it's you.
― Rita Mae Brown

I think the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself.
― Rita Mae Brown

Friday, November 27, 2015

Apple Cider Cultured with Wine Yeast

We cultured apple cider with wine yeast. Delicious! At supper we used Cajun spice in the salt.

Pepper Biscuits Make a Party

I will make these a few hundred more times. I could have a bakery based on wine and pepper biscotti and my bread.
If you fall in love with these, you will want to double the recipe.
Biscotti Di Pepe - Taralli - Italian Pepper Biscuits

By DeSouter

A great hard biscuit with a twinge of hotness! A staple in Italian delis and "pastosas".

1 (1/4 ounce) package dry yeast (equals 2 and 1/4 teaspoons)
1/2 cup warm water (110 degrees) (I used 1/2 cup of my liquidy sourdough starter)
2 cups flour (I used half whole wheat and half bread flour)
1/2 teaspoon salt (I used a heaping teaspoon of Kosher salt)
1 1/2 teaspoons black pepper (I used twice that, cracking the peppercorns myself)
1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
(I added a Tablespoon of fennel) thanks to Donna Ruzzano who grew up on Da Hill!


Dissolve yeast in water.
Sift flour salt and pepper onto mixing board.
Make a well in the center and add yeast and oil.
Blend together and gradually incorporate into flour.
The dough will be stiff.
Knead 10 minutes.
Place in oiled bowl, turn to coat, cover with towel and let rise until doubled in bulk.
Preheat oven to 375º.
Break off small pieces of dough and roll into ropes about 6 inches long. (I baked mine straight like bread sticks or cigars)
Form a ring and pinch edges together.
Place on baking sheet and let rise 20 minutes.
Brush with oil and bake 12 to 15 minutes or until lightly browned. (I had to double the baking time)
(I turned the pepper biscuits over halfway through the baking time so they could gently brown on the other side)

NOTE: My husband pointed out that the reason why I needed to add salt pepper and increase baking time from the recipe was because I used one cup of whole wheat flour instead of white flour and this increased the oil content and need for more spices and salt.
Don't be afraid to pinch a taste of the raw dough to test seasonings.

Gratitude Jar


James Agee

A little bit of too much is just enough for me.
- James Agee

Monday, November 23, 2015

Soap Opera to Save Penguins

To Save African Penguins, Humans Run a Dating Service

When Geirfugl was bonding with a bird named Kaapse, for example, the couple took nesting too far and began hoarding rocks from the exhibit — more than 100 pounds — in their nesting box, crushing a couple of eggs. After the keepers set them up in a room with a nesting box and a few token rocks, they turned out to be wonderful parents.


Saturday, November 21, 2015

Journal of Love

It was a difficult week emotionally because we had to take our beloved dog to the vet with a urine sample to check for the possibility of a urinary tract infection. It turns out she may have one since they found bacteria. It is also possible that the urine sample was contaminated, which can happen. She's on an antibiotic for ten days.

Wednesday our cat was not at all himself. We coaxed him to eat. Then he stopped eating on Thursday but the following day he began eating while we pet him and today he ate normally by himself. Whatever got him seems to have left him. Today we are rejoicing that our cat is back to his monster self. Our beloved creatures are woven deeply into our life.

We visited Mary last night and she is lovely as always but a little disoriented by the big changes. This week she moved into a memory-care facility. Everyone loves her and says how sweet she is. I hope she will start to connect with the other residents. It may help her feel better about being there. The place was colorful and had a good vibe.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Artist Martin Wong: Urban Visionary

Fervor, desire and coded insider-outsider knowledge crackle through “Martin Wong: Human Instamatic,” a retrospective survey at the Bronx Museum of the Arts. Organized by Sergio Bessa and Yasmin Ramirez, and with nearly a hundred paintings, it brings to New York for the first time a complete view of one of our great urban visionaries, from his precocious juvenilia to the unearthly little pictures from the year before his death from AIDS.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Coney Island

“It’s an interesting kind of crazy.”

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Painter Gertrude Abercrombie: Selection and Reduction

I just discovered the wonderful Surreal images of Gertrude Abercrombie. Have a look on Google images.

from Wikipedia:
Gertrude Abercrombie painted many variations of her favored subjects: sparsely furnished interiors, barren landscapes, self-portraits, and still-lifes. Many compositions feature a lone woman in a flowing gown, often depicted with attributes of sorcery: an owl, a black cat, a crystal ball, or a broomstick. These works were often self-portraits, as she stated in an interview with Studs Terkel shortly before her death: "it is always myself that I paint". Tall and sharp-featured, she considered herself ugly; in life she sometimes wore a pointed velvet hat to accentuate her witch-like appearance, "enjoy[ing] the power this artifice gave her over others who would fear or recoil from her". The 1940s and '50s are described as her most prolific and productive period; a time when she no longer painted many portraits, but retained the themes mentioned above.

Abercrombie's mature works are painted in a precise, controlled style. She took little interest in other artists' work, although she admired Magritte. Largely self-taught, she did not regard her lack of extensive formal training as a hindrance.

"I am not interested in complicated things nor in the commonplace. I like to paint simple things that are a little strange. My work comes directly from my inner consciousness and it must come easily. It is a process of selection and reduction."

- Gertrude Abercrombie

Ram Dass: Keep Your Heart Open

He was saying I lost my balance and had become so obsessed with the suffering that I couldn't see the greater picture.
This is about where you stand in your awareness, in a place that allows you to be with suffering in the world without closing your heart. If you close or armor your heart in order to be in the world, you become a crippled instrument for the healing of the universe. So you do all you can to relieve suffering and work to keep your heart open.
- Ram Dass, Polishing the Mirror

Margaret Atwood

I was scuttling along in my usual furtive way, suspecting no ill, when a large invisible thumb descended from the sky and pressed down on the top of my head. A poem formed. It was quite a gloomy poem: the poems of the young usually are. It was a gift, this poem - a gift from an anonymous donor, and, as such, both exciting and sinister at the same time. [.] Until the descent of the giant thumb, I showed no particular promise. I also showed no particular promise for some time afterwards, but I did not know this. A lot of being a poet consists of willed ignorance. If you woke up from your trance and realized the nature of the life-threatening and dignity-destroying precipice you were walking along, you would switch into actuarial sciences immediately.
- Margaret Atwood, The Writer's Almanac

Caroline Knapp

When you speak to people about what it's like to live with a dog, you hear them talk about discovering a degree of solace that's extremely difficult to achieve in relationships with people, a way of experiencing solitude without the loneliness. You hear them talk about the dog's capacity to wrest their focus off the past and future and plant it firmly in the present, with the here-and-now immediacy of a romp on the living-room rug or a walk in the woods. You hear them talk about joys that are exquisitely simple and pure: what it's like to laugh at a dog who's doing something ridiculous, and how soothing it is to sit and brush a dog's coat, and how gratifying it is to make a breakthrough in training a dog, to understand that you're communicating effectively with a different species. Above all, you hear them talk about feeling accepted in a new way, accompanied through daily life and over the course of years by a creature who bears witness to every change, every shift in mood, everything we do and say and experience, never judging us when we falter or fail.

Not long ago, over dinner with a non-dog friend named Lisa, I started talking about Lucille, and how important her presence had been to me during the breakup of a long-term relationship. The breakup was recent, and it was long and painful and scary, as such things are, and at one point I said quite candidly, "I'm not sure I would have been able to face the loss if I hadn't had the dog."

-Caroline Knapp


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Cindy Solin

For me, the lesson of fiddle toys was unexpected. I had always thought the serious conversations in psychotherapy would involve a patient’s undivided attention. But now I understand — sometimes the opposite is true.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Marianne Williamson: Listening

Dialogue with yourself about your true dreams. From going to Paris to looking beautiful, from writing a book to owning your own business, what do you really long for? What do you really wish to be true for you? What is your heart’s desire...for if you won’t honor it, then who else will? It doesn’t matter that Mommy or Daddy or your siblings or your teachers or whoever else didn’t value your dreams. God did, and He does. It’s time for you to start thinking like God whenever you think about anything...including yourself.

This journaling process is an important tool, and not just for losing weight or even for maintaining your best weight. It’s a tool for cultivating your highest self, as applied not only to weight but to any area of your life. Journaling is a way you listen to yourself, by making it clear to yourself what you actually think and feel. The more room you give yourself to express your true thoughts and feelings, the more room there is for your wisdom to emerge. In listening to yourself, you learn from yourself. In listening deeply to the voice of your heart, you reestablish relationship with your true self, so long denied.

Start listening to yourself now, and you will find that what you hear is the music of your soul. Its sounds will accompany you as you move toward the life—and the body—that nature intends for you. In the eyes of God, you are more beautiful and more creative than even a rose could ever be.

- Marianne Williamson

Marianne Williamson

You're worthy of self-acceptance. The sooner you learn this, the sooner you'll start learning to love yourself.
- Marianne Williamson

You to self: I think your dreams are important.
- Marianne Williamson

Ram Dass

The witness is your centering device. It guides the work you do on yourself. Once you understand that there is a place in you that is not attached, you can extricate yourself from attachments.
-Ram Dass, Polishing the Mirror (p 36)

Ram Dass

We treat love and hate and other emotions like they are all on the same level, but they're not. Hate, fear, lust, greed, jealousy - all that comes from the ego. Only love comes from the soul. When you identify with your soul, you live in a loving universe. The soul loves everybody. It's like the sun. It brings out the beauty in each of us. You can feel it in your heart.
-Ram Dass, Polishing The Mirror (p 119)

Friday, November 13, 2015


"You look good," I said.
"I'm on this side of the grass. I'm grateful every day that I'm alive," he said.

A Student Asked

Last night at dinner my husband said "One of my students asked me today, 'Are you ever mean?'
No. It's not effective, it doesn't accomplish anything.
'Do you ever get angry?' he asked.
Yes, but it's not by screaming and yelling. You'll know it when I'm angry."

Robert Louis Stevenson: Duality of Man

I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.
― Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to the truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two.
― Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Robert Louis Stevenson

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
― Robert Louis Stevenson

There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.
― Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson

The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain common work as it comes certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life.
― Robert Louis Stevenson

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

E.L. Doctorow

Any book that you pick up as a reader is a printed circuit for your own life to flow through.
— E.L. Doctorow
Source: Paris Review

Sam Shepard

The most authentic endings are the ones which are already revolving towards another beginning.
— Sam Shepard
source: Paris Review

Bryan Borland

My goal with all this is to bridge people to their dreams. You want to do it? Do it. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do it. You want to break through? Build yourself a door. Don’t wait on anyone else to validate you. Can your work save lives? Then do whatever you have to do to bring your work to its audience.
- Bryan Borland

Tuesday, November 10, 2015


Yesterday I had a good day. Today I find myself trying to duplicate the magic formula.

A voice inside reminds me 'Today is today! The people I ran into on the street yesterday are not going to be there today, but others will be. The sun isn't out today, but gray is okay. You had wild dreams last night about bombs and airplanes. Embrace this moment and it will add up to today.'

In receive-mode I can get strangely nostalgic, grieving for the very moment I'm in. I know that sounds odd but it's as if my imagination and worries cause a double vision. My task is to ground myself physically and mentally to create a clear picture. This is why my work, household chores and taking Lily for walks are a godsend.

Focus and listen.

The Zombies Were Out

Today on my walk downtown I saw zombies in every direction. I'm familiar with most of them. They are harmless.

Monday, November 09, 2015

What's Going On

"It's so exciting," Clara said, "I used to love to know what's going on. One night I heard a report come in, a man was holding his family hostage. It was over on James Street in that big blue apartment house on the second floor. I woke my daughter Arianna who was seven at the time and bundled her into the back seat under a big quilt. We drove over. There were three squad cars and two detective cars I recognized. You get to know them all. I parked with a view of the house. While I was sitting there I saw a silhouette of an officer go past the kitchen window. Then I was riveted. I must've stayed for hours, waiting and watching."

"My mother used to listen to the police radio and when something exciting was happening she'd grab me and drive over to where the action was. Even if it was the middle of the night in the dead of winter," Arianna said, laughing. 'I'd be like 'Ma, why are we here,' and she'd say 'I just had to come see what was going on.' One time there was a man with a shotgun threatening his family. 'This is more exciting than the movies,' she said.
'But you can't see anything,' I told her. I'd be trying to keep warm under the quilt.
'I can imagine what's going on behind those walls and that's even better,' she'd say.
'But ma, can't you imagine from home?'
'No, it's not nearly as exciting.'"

Sunday, November 08, 2015

I'm Running out of Room

I saw the tattooed man today. Now his whole face is covered along with his scalp, neck, arms, chest, back and legs. Even his eyelids are tattooed.
"I'm running out of room," he said.

Lauren Stover: The Grace of Melancholy

Whatever happened to experiencing the grace of melancholy, which requires reflection: a sort of mental steeping, like tea?

“I don’t know if you’ll be a writer, but you have the ‘up down’ thing too. Make creative use of it, otherwise, people will think you’re just plain nuts.”


Invisible in the Jungle

There's a man in the neighborhood who when he appears it's hard to recognize him. "He's really good at deflecting," my husband says, noticing this too. I am fascinated because I am usually good at recognizing people. This man is a chameleon. Like a good actor he really knows how to shape-shift. I wonder if it's from being in the Vietnam war when he had to make himself invisible in the jungle.

Saturday, November 07, 2015

A Vacation in Hell

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches you by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly - not one.
- Rainer Maria Rilke.

Monday I went to the library and found a few more journals of May Sarton. Her journals have been consoling me in receive-mode for decades. The past few weeks I fell off the transmit-mode cliff into the anxiety ridden overwhelm of receive-mode. Twice a year, my husband reminds me. Often it happens at the end of October and I lift up in January and February and drop down in March or April. The cycle shifts a little year to year which keeps me on my toes. The first week of receive-mode is sheer hell and I am practically mute. I can't write. It's better if I don't speak. I drop off the radar. People accustomed to my regular correspondence wonder where I've gone. I tell them when I return.

My head is full of verbal torment and I slow down, paralyzed by insecurity and self-doubt. I am pummeled by demons from the inside, as if bashed by a meat tenderizer. It softens me up! I'm weepy because everything is poignant.

When this happens it is agonizing to be alive. I am haunted and emotionally agitated and panicky. I feel like I am being boiled in oil and I feel ashamed to be so miserable. The truth is I just have to wait it out and continue to be physical (walk and swim) to counter the abusive mind chatter. I try to have compassion for myself versus rage. My husband reminds me that my mood levels off and stabilizes after the first week. He has witnessed my mood cycle for over 30 years. He points out that it's hard for me to love myself when I am deep in the early phase of receive-mode. He is right. I persevere through the emotional flu the best I can and try to get better at coping and managing.

After a week or two a ray of sunshine drops out of the clouds and I find my life has balance again. I am so relieved and grateful that I have weathered another storm.

Desired Things

This morning after having a huge discussion with my husband about teaching, I walked with Lily to pick up a book at the library. As I was tying Lily's leash to the lamp post a man came over to say hello. He said he felt I was a kindred spirit and introduced himself. He wanted me to read this poem, Desiderata.
I've heard of it. How about you read it to me, I said. Your voice has lovely tones.
Thank you, people tell me that, he said.
We stood outside with Lily at the lamp post and he read me the poem.
I can tell that you love it. Why not perform it here at the library or the high school for an audience, I suggested.
I used to be a theater person, he said.
There you go! You've got the theater gene, I said.
I'm going to take your idea into advisement and talk to the library about this, he said walking towards the stacks.

Desiderata by Max Ermann

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

"Desiderata" (Latin: "desired things") is a 1927 prose poem by American writer Max Ehrmann. Largely unknown in the author's lifetime, the text became widely known after its use in devotional and spoken-word recordings in 1971 and 1972.

I Need to be Tethered to the Earth

My beloved
My dog
My washing machine
Provide ballast
For my helium-balloon head

Joni Mitchell

I do a lot of night-writing. I need solitude to write. I used to be able to write under almost any condition, but not anymore because I have to go inside myself, so far, to search for a theme.
- Joni Mitchell

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Robert Graves

Poets don’t have an ‘audience’: They’re talking to a single person all the time.
—Robert Graves
Paris Review

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Yellow Apple Tree

At noon I walked down the street to the yellow apple tree with Lily and my apple picker and a big canvas bag. John my friend the grounds-keeper came out. "That's cheating," he said when he saw my apple picker. It was fun to use it. It was good to see him. I kept reaching for the challenging apples, the big ones way up high that were the size of grapefruits. "The tree got pruned last year," said John. "I remember, I bet that's why the apples are so big, the tree is happy." I said.
"Come back with your wagon," he said. "I will," I said, standing with the heavy bag, "This was fun." I said, leaving. When I got home I had lunch and took a long walk with Lily. Then I walked back to the tree carrying the picker with the wagon in tow. The first apple I tried to pick was huge and it came right down and bounced off my forehead. Wow, I thought. I couldn't have done that if I tried. I resumed. I listened to the birds and the trucks and cars driving by. Nobody seemed to notice or care what I was doing. I filled all three three bags in my little red wagon. I even rescued the apples that fell and rolled into the street. They got bruised but I figured I'd chop the bruises off first. When I came up the driveway with my overflowing wagon two kids asked to have an apple and I let them pick out a few. They wanted the largest ones they could find. I hope they liked them.


I dreamed I rescued a puppy from a tree. It was hiding from a big dog and it was cold. It had been outside all night. I held it in my arms like a baby. It had sharp nails. I wondered if I should call my veterinarian Dr. B. Do dogs get hypothermia? Do I feed the pup with a baby bottle? I knew I was going to fall in love with this dog. I rolled over a few times to go back into to the dream.

Monday, October 26, 2015

The Apple Pie Tree

The apple pie came out great and we ate it for dinner. I need to make the crust a bunch more times to get better at it but it was delicious.


I heard a bang. It was the boy next door, Farrell's older brother. He had kicked the football into my yard and it hit my glass table. I went out and he apologized. No harm done. It happened again, this time hitting my house. I went out and asked him to please kick it the other way towards the empty parking lot. There was another crash. The ball was back in my yard. "You're scaring my animals and me. Each time there's a noise, I jump through my skin," I said. I picked up the football and handed it to him noticing it had very little air.
"What's your name?" I asked
"Phillip," he replied.
"With two l's?"
We shook hands.
"Your football needs air," I said.
"Do you have a needle and a pump?" He asked.
"I might. Wait here." I ran inside to look.
I found the pump and the needle and brought it out. We struggled with trying to fill the ball and he managed to make it work.
"Thanks!" he said.
"That might help to steer it," I said.
He walked down the driveway with the ball and vanished.

Can't Make this Stuff Up

I was walking straight but then Lily pulled me into Precious Blood cemetery. I let her lead. A car drove in and passed me and turned the corner out of view. I hoped I wouldn't come upon something troubling. I climbed the hill with Lily and as I turned the corner I was relieved to see two women. As I got closer I saw that they were dancing on a grave. It looked like they were step dancing. I didn't want to disturb them but as I walked by I listened to their conversation. They were discussing their famous tap dancing ancestor in the family whose grave they were on. The older woman was the grandmother to the younger woman.
Can't make this stuff up.

Licensing Effect

Drop a bunch of kale into your cart and you’re more likely to head next to the ice cream or beer section. The more “virtuous” products you have in your basket, the stronger your temptation to succumb to vice.

Such hedonic balancing acts are neither unpredictable — who, after all, hasn’t rewarded themselves with a piece of cake or an extra beer after a killer workout? — nor inherently bad. But an emerging body of research into what psychologists call the “licensing effect” suggests that this tit-for-tat tendency is deeply wired in us, operating even when we’re not aware of it. And in a world where we’re bombarded by pitches for an endless array of health-boosting products of dubious efficacy, that can be a problem.

So how can we maximize our chances of coming out ahead? Psychologists have identified a few tactics.

One is to focus on the process of living healthfully rather than the goal of being healthy. A recent University of Zurich study tracked the progress of 126 dieters and found that, as predicted by licensing theory, the more weight the subjects lost in any given week, the less weight they would lose (or the more they would gain) the following week. But this rebound effect was weakest when the subjects homed in on the process of changing their eating behavior rather than on the outcome of losing weight or improving their appearance.


Susan Olson's Corn Oil Pie Crust

pie crust recipe:

Basic 9 inch pie

3 Cups King Arthur unbleached flour
3/4 Cup Corn oil (I find it should be corn oil)
6 T combination of milk and water - or just cold water if no milk around
Mix lightly and form into two balls
(I'd add a teaspoon of Kosher salt.)

Roll between wax paper, Put in pie pan - if things are off, patching is easy as dough is quite moist and pliable.

Put fruit in crust - add 1/2 C or a little more sugar depending upon desired sweetness. If apples - just sugar - If berries or peaches need to mix sugar with some flour.

Dot with butter
Add top crust - cook at 425 for 40 or so minutes - until brown and bubbly.

Also see KING ARTHUR RECIPE below for one crustsource.

1 1/2 cups (6 1/4 ounces) King Arthur Unbleached All-Purpose Flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon sugar
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/3 cup (2 3/8 ounces) vegetable oil
3 to 4 tablespoons (1 1/2 to 2 ounces) water or milk

Open Space

I went to the pool and the water relaxed all of the muscles I can't reach. I am continually hunting for open space in my psyche by writing walking and swimming. Solitude in motion.

Eggplant Drama

At the market I bought two gigantic eggplants. When I got home I sliced them as thin as I could and salted them to extract the bitter juices. An hour later I rinsed them and drained them in my colander placing a heavy weight on top. This morning in a panic I remembered the eggplant in the fridge. By seven am I was layering the eggplant slices with my tomato olive chick pea sauce in my glass baking dish. Another dish is layered with my spinach garlic ginger sauce. I still have half a bucket of eggplant.

I can rarely cook at dinner time. I have to bake and cook in the morning or the afternoon when I am hungry and optimistic and then warm it up later, when I am tired, hungry and grouchy.

5:AM Jupiter Venus Mars

Look outside and see Jupiter Venus + Mars!
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Pear Tree

We went to get the pears from Billy's tree. He told us we could. When we showed up with our boxes and picker we saw that the ground had been raked. The remaining pears were hanging on the tree. Two shiny black cars were parked directly underneath. We stood there for a moment. A voice from the window said "Can I help you?"I saw a large woman's face filling the window. "Billy told us to come help ourselves the pears." I replied. She was blank like she didn't know who I was talking about even though Billy is her brother. "I don't want the pears to hit my car. I paid 40 thousand dollars for that car," she said. "I don't want them to hit your car either, no matter what kind of car," I said.
"Let's go," I said to my husband. "We can ask Robin since she offered us pears too and there's a lot of pears on her side of the tree. I was relieved to be away from the large woman in the window. We brought our boxes and picker home. "Let's just have a long walk, I'm in a terrible mood," I said. We walked out to Harris pond admiring the orange trees. We ran into Sarah decorating her porch. She was wearing a purple shirt. We stood in the road as the sun was setting over the water. We had a few laughs about the big scary spiders decorating the neighbor's houses. Then we walked home in the dark. My flashlight was dangling a small beam of light from my lanyard as I walked it bounced off the sidewalk. I felt much better.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Beauty Would be So Proud

I just finished reading My Fat Dad, a memoir by Dawn Lerman, and I COMPLETELY loved it. My Fat Dad is a memoir centered on food, the food she grow up with, the food of her relatives. I learned a lot about my own upbringing from Dawn's writing - reading her book was like catching up with a long-lost cousin. In some ways our childhoods were identical. We must be nearly the same age and both of our fathers were in advertising in midtown Manhattan. There were so many parallels. I want my brothers and sisters and cousins to read this book. I was grateful for having read her story, and she told it so well.

I woke up this morning thinking about how important Dawn's grandmother Beauty was to her and how Beauty fostered, inspired, and nurtured a love of cooking in Dawn. She received everything Dawn shared with her with wisdom and compassion. This love was carried from Beauty to Dawn to Dawn's sister April. With Dawn's urging and help April was cast as Orphan Annie in a production that traveled around the country.

I empathized with Dawn's feelings of emptiness and abandonment in an environment of privilege. Dawn's life-saving grandmother Beauty made me think of my own grandmother Sophie. It was heartbreaking to imagine Dawn's distracted parents, the atmosphere of benign neglect. How could one not completely love and adore this child? Dawn described her upbringing with sincerity, clarity, and grace. She grew up in a particular time and place which I recognized completely.

I loved this memoir. Dawn is a warrior telling her truth. She found her voice and she used it beautifully and compassionately. As with the best books I was nourished having read it. Beauty would be so proud.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Individuation vs The Good Girl Pact


When Compliance in Childhood Haunts You in Adulthood

By Beverly Amsel, PhD,

City Hosts third Annual ‘Day of Prayer’

City hosts third annual ‘Day of Prayer’ TODAY!
October 23, 2015

WOONSOCKET – The city’s third annual Woonsocket Day of Prayer on Saturday will offer something new to participants this year: a short march of spiritual solidarity from The River United Methodist Church on Federal Street to the event site at River Island Park.

Bishop Herson Gonzalez, pastor of Calvary Worship Center and founder of the Woonsocket Day of Prayer, says the quarter-mile walk is intended to give the event a little more exposure.

“We wanted to make it a little more visible in the community and to let people know that we have a faith community here that is willing to walk and pray together,” says Gonzalez.

The march – which is open to the public - steps off at 10 a.m. from The River United Methodist Church, 17 Federal St., but participants are asked to begin arriving at 9 a.m. for a unity prayer, coffee, donuts and pastries.

Antoni van Leeuwenhoek: First Person to Observe Bacteria

It's the birthday of Antoni van Leeuwenhoek, born in Delft, the Netherlands (1632). He perfected the microscope, and was the first person to observe bacteria. Leeuwenhoek was not a trained scientist; he studied to be a draper's assistant in Amsterdam. He became a draper and haberdasher, and eventually took an administrative job in the government. He devoted all of his spare time to his hobby, grinding glass lenses and making microscopes. Over his lifetime, he ground over 400 lenses, and he built many microscopes, using techniques that he kept secret. He used his own microscopes to become the first person to observe bacteria and protozoa, which he called "animalcules." He was also the first to see red blood cells. One of his most important contributions was his research on fleas. He was able to explain how insects breed, because he could, for the first time, see their tiny eggs. He argued against the popular theory of spontaneous generation, which said that the tiniest insects could be generated from thin air.
-Writer's Almanac

Friday, October 23, 2015

Community Results


Doorman: the Ultimate Friend



Listening is not a reaction, it is a connection. Listening to a conversation or a story we don't so much respond as join in -- become part of the action.

- Ursula Le Guin


“Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

“People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wave in the Mind: Talks & Essays on the Writer, the Reader & the Imagination

“The creative adult is the child who has survived.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters, Volume 1

“We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel... is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

“Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

“The book itself is a curious artifact, not showy in its technology but complex and extremely efficient: a really neat little device, compact, often very pleasant to look at and handle, that can last decades, even centuries. It doesn't have to be plugged in, activated, or performed by a machine; all it needs is light, a human eye, and a human mind. It is not one of a kind, and it is not ephemeral. It lasts. It is reliable. If a book told you something when you were fifteen, it will tell it to you again when you're fifty, though you may understand it so differently that it seems you're reading a whole new book."

(Staying Awake: Notes on the alleged decline of reading, Harper's Magazine, February 2008)”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

“Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.

—The Creation of Éa”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Tombs of Atuan

“It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

“I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music. And, as you read and re-read, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

Knowledge Heals

“It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

“Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Telling

Urban Life

The lady next door loves to chuck everything out the window, couches, laundry, garbage, letters. Once I saw her toddler at the window three flights up and I held my breath. But I'd never move to the suburbs even if I won the lottery ten times over.

Real Problems

She was furious that someone had put a piece of trash in her trash barrel, not inside the bag.
Come to my neighborhood for real problems, I said laughing.

The Trouble with a Mask

“The trouble with a mask is it never changes.”
― Charles Bukowski


“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.”
― Charles Bukowski

A Lucky One

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.
― Charles Bukowski

Those Eyes

“There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.”
― Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

Do Nothing

“This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for great periods, you're gonna lose everything...just to do nothing at all, very, very important. And how many people do this in modern society? Very few. That's why they're all totally mad, frustrated, angry and hateful.”
― Charles Bukowski

There's a bluebird in my heart

“There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.”
― Charles Bukowski

the free soul is rare

“those who escape hell
never talk about
and nothing much
bothers them
― Charles Bukowski

“the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

There are Worse Things

“there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than too late”
― Charles Bukowski

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”
― Charles Bukowski

“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
― Charles Bukowski

The Problem with the World

“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”
― Charles Bukowski

“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
― Charles Bukowski

What a Circus!

“We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
― Charles Bukowski

Some People Never go Crazy

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Do you hate people?”

“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
― Charles Bukowski, Barfly

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”
― Charles Bukowski

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

Find what you Love. . .

Sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth.

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

You either get it down on paper or you jump off a bridge.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

- Charles Bukowski

Soon They Forget How to Think

"I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores."
—Charles Bukowski, Women, 1978

"This is a world where everybody’s gotta do something. Ya know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody’s gotta do something, they gotta be something. You know, a dentist, a glider pilot, a narc, a janitor, a preacher, all that . . . Sometimes I just get tired of thinking of all the things that I don’t wanna do. All the things that I don’t wanna be. Places I don’t wanna go, like India, like getting my teeth cleaned. Save the whale, all that, I don’t understand that . . ."
—Charles Bukowski, Barfly, 1987

"There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die."
—Charles Bukowski, The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship, 1998

"The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."
—Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye, 1982

Fugitive Anger

You are probably going to have to deal with whatever fugitive anger still needs to be examined—it may not look like anger; it may look like compulsive dieting or bingeing or exercising or shopping. But you must find a path and a person to help you deal with that anger. It will not be a Hallmark card. It is not the yellow brick road, with lovely trees on both sides, constant sunshine, birdsong, friends. It is going to be unbelievably hard some days—like the rawness of birth, all that blood and those fluids and shouting horrible terrible things—but then there will be that wonderful child right in the middle. And that wonderful child is you, with your exact mind and butt and thighs and goofy greatness.
-Anne Lamott

Venus Jupiter Mars, Orion and more

The sky is clear this morning and the out lights are burned out so Bill and I stood in the yard and looked up for a while while Lily poked around the bushes.

Yesterday I tried to walk through anger and frustration but only got exhausted, and I was still angry. Anger means my energy is dropping shifting to winter mode. I must resist panicking and remember what it's good for.

I can't resist looking at the orangey red maple trees every chance I get.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Full Moon Tuesday Oct 27, 2015

October 27, 2015 - 08:05 am (EDT)

Brain Health


It’s the Whole Approach

“There is a perception among people who have heart attacks and heart disease – and I see this in my patients – that there’s already so much damage there’s not much they can do,” said Dr. Malhotra, an interventional cardiologist and adviser to the United Kingdom’s national obesity forum. “But by changing your diet, you can dramatically reduce your risk of having a heart attack even if you have coronary artery disease. We have data suggesting that the risk reduction can happen within weeks.”

Dr. Malhotra visited the Mediterranean with a documentary filmmaker, Donal O’Neill. Together they noticed that a healthful diet was one of many factors that seemed to play a role in the longevity of people in Pioppi, where the average person has a life expectancy of about 90.

They were surprised by how the people they encountered enjoyed and savored their food, turning every meal into an excuse for a social occasion with friends and family. They noticed that people spent a lot of time outdoors getting fresh air. Instead of designating daily periods of time to jog or exercise, they engaged in a great deal of leisurely physical activity like walking and riding bicycles. And they seemed to have low levels of chronic stress.

“We need to redefine the Mediterranean diet,” Dr. Malhotra said. “The truth is that it’s a lifestyle. It’s the whole approach. It’s the food. It’s the social interaction. It’s getting the right kind of exercise. It’s being outside. It’s getting sunlight and sunshine. The question, though, is how can we combine all these lessons from this village with what we know about modern medicine.”

Dr. Malhotra and Mr. O’Neill were also surprised by what they learned about food in the Mediterranean.

Although olive oil and vegetables were a constant, some aspects of the traditional diet varied greatly from one part of the region to the next. They found that pork and lamb were common in some areas, but that sugar was traditionally consumed infrequently. They learned that all olive oils are not created equal. And they discovered that the type of grain typically eaten in Pioppi is very different from what most Americans consume.


Henry David Thoreau

‘I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.’
- Henry David Thoreau

Colors and Sounds

It's warm and windy and my red maple tree is highway dept orange. Our clothes and sheets are drying on the line. My window is open and I can hear the cars and trucks and dry leaves blowing mini tornadoes. I hear the voice of a woman talking across the lot. Classical harpsichord music is playing on the radio.

20 Years later We're All Still Involved


Justin Trudeau

Mr. Trudeau is different. He is a better match for Canadians’ vision of themselves: peaceable, educated, emotionally stable, multicultural.

Book: Becoming Nicole

If you aren’t moved by “Becoming Nicole,” I’d suggest there’s a lump of dark matter where your heart should be. “To my beautiful daughter,” her father wrote on her Facebook page, in response to a despairing post that once again expressed her fear she’d wind up alone. “I worry about you every day, but I have seldom worried that you will be alone. You have never been alone. You are admired by so many. You are beautiful, amazingly smart, strong beyond your years and funny. I know that someday someone will take you away from me. I say someday because I am not ready for you to grow up.”

Becoming Nicole: The Transformation of an American Family

By Amy Ellis Nutt

Crime and Punishment

More than anyone else, the police understand what violent crime looks like. They risk their lives every day. If they can stand up and say that America needs to change fundamentally the way it handles crime and punishment, everyone should be listening.

Saoirse Ronan Embraces her Journey

“You’re not from the country you’re living in, however great that is,” he recalled telling her. “When you go home you’re no longer from that place either. And people view you differently, and you view them differently, and it’s all different. And you can’t tell why.”

Ram Dass

"When you see the beloved all around you, everyone is family and everywhere is love."

-Ram Dass

Disadvantaged: Hurts Boys More

Boys are falling behind. They graduate from high school and attend college at lower rates than girls and are more likely to get in trouble, which can hurt them when they enter the job market. This gender gap exists across the United States, but it is far bigger for poor people and for black people. As society becomes more unequal, it seems, it hurts boys more.

A Week of Friday's

For some reason every day this week has felt like a Friday. This happens sometimes.

Eastern Sun

There's a glorious pink and blue sunrise this morning.

John Gould: Door Closed, Door Open

"Gould said something else that was interesting on the day I turned in my first two pieces: write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open. Your stuff starts out being just for you, in other words, but then it goes out." That high-schooler was Stephen King. King wrote later: "This editor was the man who taught me everything I know about writing in 10 minutes."

"Writing a good essay isn't that easy. You can't do it with a pointing stick. I try to make a point obliquely, adroitly, and whenever possible, with humor. It must always be a surprise. The surprise is what makes people laugh."

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

“Now we have confirmed that there is spooky action at distance.”


You are the one who is flying the plane.

“The practice of forgiveness is our most important contribution to the healing of the world.”
― Marianne Williamson

“There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.”
― Marianne Williamson

“Until we have seen someone's darkness, we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is.”
― Marianne Williamson

“You may believe that you are responsible for what you do, but not for what you think. The truth is that you are responsible for what you think, because it is only at this level that you can exercise choice. What you do comes from what you think. ”
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

“Success means we go to sleep at night knowing that our talents and abilities were used in a way that served others.”
― Marianne Williamson

“In the absence of love, we began slowly but surely to fall apart.”
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

“Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved.”
― Marianne Williamson, A Woman's Worth

“Everything we do is infused with the energy with which we do it. If we're frantic, life will be frantic. If we're peaceful, life will be peaceful. And so our goal in any situation becomes inner peace.”
― Marianne Williamson

“We can always choose to perceive things differently. We can focus on what's wrong in our life, or we can focus on what's right.”
― Marianne Williamson

“...available people are the ones who are dangerous, because they confront us with the possibility of real intimacy.”
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

“Something amazing happens when we surrender and just love. We melt into another world, a realm of power already within us. The world changes when we change. the world softens when we soften. The world loves us when we choose to love the world.”
― Marianne Williamson

“Whenever we feel lost, or insane, or afraid, all we have to do is ask for His help. The help might not come in the form we expected, or even thought we desired, but it will come, and we will recognize it by how we feel. In spite of everything, we will feel at peace.”
― Marianne Williamson

“When a woman rises up in glory, her energy is magnetic and her sense of possibility contagious.”
― Marianne Williamson, A Woman's Worth

“Just like a sunbeam can't separate itself from the sun, and a wave can't separate itself from the ocean,
we can't separate ourselves from one another.
We are all part of a vast sea of love, one indivisible divine mind.”
― Marianne Williamson

“In every community, there is work to be done.
In every nation, there are wounds to heal.
In every heart, there is the power to do it.”
― Marianne Williamson

“Rather than accepting that we are the loving beings that He created, we have arrogantly thought that we could create ourselves, and then create God. Because we are angry and judgmental, we have projected those characteristics onto Him. We have made up a God in our image. But God remains who He is and always has been: the energy, the thought of unconditional love.”
― Marianne Williamson

“Usually, when we think of power, we think of external power. And we think of powerful people as those who have made it in the world. A powerful woman isn’t necessarily someone who has money, but we think of her as someone with a boldness or a spark that makes her manifest in a dramatic way. When we think of a powerful man, we think of his ability to manifest abundance, usually money, in the world.
Most people say that a powerful woman does best with a powerful man, that she needs someone who understands the bigness of her situation, a man who can meet her at the same or even greater level of power in the world.
Now this is true, if power is defined as material abundance. A woman often faces cultural prejudice when she makes more money than a man, as does he. A woman who defines power by worldly standards can rarely feel totally relaxed in the arms of a man who doesn’t have it.
If power is seen as an internal matter, then the situation changes drastically. Internal power has less to do with money and worldly position, and more to do than with emotional expansiveness, spirituality and conscious living…
I used to think I needed a powerful man, someone who could protect me from the harshness and evils of the world. What I have come to realize is that…the powerful man I was looking for would be foremost, someone who supported me in keeping myself on track spiritually, and in so maintaining clarity within myself, that life would present fewer problems. When it did get rough, he would help me forgive.
I no longer wanted somebody who would say to me, “Don’t worry honey, if they’re mean to you I’ll beat them up or buy them out.” Instead, I want someone who prays and meditates with me regularly so that fewer monsters from the outer world disturb me, and who when they do, helps me look within my own consciousness for answers, instead of looking to false power to combat false power.
There’s a big difference between a gentle man and a weak man. Weak men make us nervous. Gentle men make us calm.”
― Marianne Williamson

“Every ending is a new beginning. Through the grace of God, we can always start again. (Page 120.)”
― Marianne Williamson, Everyday Grace: Having Hope, Finding Forgiveness And Making Miracles

“Always seek less turbulent skies.
Hurt. Fly above it.
Betrayal. Fly above it.
Anger. Fly above it.
You are the one who is flying the plane.”
― Marianne Williamson

“A queen is wise. She has earned her serenity, not having had it bestowed on her but having passer her tests. She has suffered and grown more beautiful because of it. She has proved she can hold her kingdom together. She has become its vision. She cares deeply about something bigger than herself. She rules with authentic power.”
― Marianne Williamson

“A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted.”
― Marianne Williamson

“Spiritual progress is like a detoxification.”
― Marianne Williamson

Marianne Williamson

We are not held back by the love we didn't receive in the past, but by the love we're not extending in the present.
― Marianne Williamson

Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.
― Marianne Williamson

The practice of forgiveness is our most important contribution to the healing of the world.
― Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

Children are happy because they don't have a file in their minds called "All the Things That Could Go Wrong."
― Marianne Williamson

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.
― Marianne Williamson

It takes endure the sharp pains of self discovery rather than choose to take the dull pain of unconsciousness that would last the rest of our lives.
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

And no one will listen to us until we listen to ourselves.
― Marianne Williamson

Terry Gross: Opening Up

That weekend Gross had plans to see a four-and-a-half-hour opera, Rossini’s ‘‘William Tell.’’ She discovered opera only recently, and wishes she had found it when she was still taking singing lessons with an instructor, who died a few years ago. From him she learned about head tones and chest tones and how, when you’re singing, your voice ‘‘should resonate in the bones of your face.’’ She added: ‘‘When I was taking singing lessons, I felt like, No one’s having more pleasure in singing than I am. I sound horrible, but that doesn’t matter. I’m enjoying it.’’


Gross’s interviews have often been compared to therapy. That’s in part because of her seemingly neutral stance, but also because of the feeling of safety she gives her interviewees. Once in a while, a guest confesses to Gross that he’s confiding something for the very first time. ‘‘I don’t know that I’ve said that to anyone,’’ the ‘‘Project Runway’’ host Tim Gunn told Gross in 2014, of spending time in a psychiatric hospital as an adolescent. Gross’s response was as affecting as Gunn’s story. She handles confessions quietly, acknowledging the weight of what’s been said without drawing undue attention to it.

Gross herself started seeing a therapist several years ago. ‘‘When she asks me a question that gets exactly to the heart of what I’m trying to say, but maybe haven’t articulated clearly, it just feels so good,’’ Gross told me. ‘‘My ideal as an interviewer is to be the person who gets it. Like somebody can tell you something really personal,’’ she continued, and ‘‘you can ask them something that can help them comfortably move to the next place and go deeper.’’ She went on: ‘‘Hearing someone speak really personally, and having that affirm your experience as a sexual person, or as a sick person, or just as a person trying to get through daily life, is really valuable. And I think that’s why we turn to literature, I think that’s why we turn to film, beyond the entertainment it gives us.’’

Forget the iPhone

Forget the iphone, I want to get a police radio.

Wild Boar

She particularly enjoys instructing women, "they listen, they pay attention, they want to do things the right way and be safe!" says Bruno. Subsequently, Bruno has started 2 extremely successful Ladies Nights at Midstate Gun Range in Coventry, RI and The Fall River Rod and Gun Club in Westport, MA.

Bruno also hunts. She has hunted deer and wild boar in Texas. She is not a trophy hunter but prefers to eat the meat.

Perhaps inevitable given her other passion, Bruno has debuted what apparently is the nations only gun talk show hosted by a woman: Lock Stock and Daria.

Woman Love the BASS

Women love the bass and the low notes in general.

Hand Held Radio Scanner

I'm going to try to get one of these to keep up with the news in the 'hood. A police radio is a short story machine.

Dance Mania

I love to dance around the house ever since I was a kid I would dance for hours wildly when the house was empty, which was most weekends.
Dancing Plague of 1518
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Engraving of Hendrik Hondius portrays three women affected by the plague. Work based on original drawing by Pieter Brueghel, who supposedly witnessed a subsequent outbreak in 1564 in Flanders

The Dancing Plague (or Dance Epidemic) of 1518 was a case of dancing mania that occurred in Strasbourg, Alsace (then part of the Holy Roman Empire) in July 1518. Around 400 people took to dancing for days without rest, and, over the period of about one month, some of those affected died of heart attack, stroke, or exhaustion.

The outbreak began in July 1518, when a woman, Mrs Troffea, began to dance fervently in a street in Strasbourg.[1] This lasted somewhere between four to six days. Within a week, 34 others had joined, and within a month, there were around 400 dancers, predominantly female. Some of these people eventually died from heart attacks, strokes, or exhaustion.[1]

Historical documents, including "physician notes, cathedral sermons, local and regional chronicles, and even notes issued by the Strasbourg city council" are clear that the victims danced.[1] It is not known why these people danced, some even to their deaths.

As the dancing plague worsened, concerned nobles sought the advice of local physicians, who ruled out astrological and supernatural causes, instead announcing that the plague was a "natural disease" caused by "hot blood". However, instead of prescribing bleeding, authorities encouraged more dancing, in part by opening two guildhalls and a grain market, and even constructing a wooden stage. The authorities did this because they believed that the dancers would recover only if they danced continuously night and day. To increase the effectiveness of the cure, authorities even paid for musicians to keep the afflicted moving.[2]

Historian John Waller stated that a marathon runner could not have lasted the intense workout that the men and women died from hundreds of years ago.[3]

Josephine Baker

Baker had a mischievous, manic, Liza Minnelli quality. While her co-stars move on camera at a blithe, comfortable pace, Baker seems about to burst from the screen, all arms and legs and kinetic energy. This was the verve that captivated her nightclub audiences. What the movies cannot show us is the flamboyance that captivated them offstage as well.

There was Baker strolling down the Champs Elysees with a panther and a monkey on leashes. (Later, she had a cheetah as well.) There was Baker stealing off to have an affair with the future king of Sweden. There was Baker recovering from cyanide poisoning at the hands of Hermann Goering. And, through it all, there was Baker the woman of style, a walking advertisement for the great couture houses and jewelers of Paris.


1:30 AM

I heard my husband go downstairs in the middle of the night. He was gone for quite a while. When he came back I asked him if he had been working at his desk. He said No he heard noises that woke him up. "It was three men skateboarding round and round under our window." I suggested he phone the police. "If it woke you up it probably woke up other people on our street." So he made the call, and the police drove by, and the men left. AMEN.

Short Story Machine

The police scanner!

Dawn Lerman

I am reading MY FAT DAD by Dawn Lerman and I can't put it down. My mind has a running list of people I must tell to read this book. I feel like I have met a long lost cousin or sibling. I am learning a lot about my childhood and family by reading about hers. We both grew up in the MADMEN era with a loving grandmother who saved our life. We both grew up Jewish although she knew it and I did not. We both grew up with unhealthy food-obsessed families except my family ate at the table. I will write more soon. Meanwhile I am savoring each chapter. GET THIS BOOK!

She was in Love

My mother was in love with doctors, deliberately hurting herself to get back on the gurney.

Magical Badge of Honor

I LOVE the badge the correctional officers gave me at the Columbus Day Parade on Federal Hill. They didn't even know me but after chatting for a few minutes they made the gesture. If they only knew how much that means to me. I wear it every day on my black vest. Maybe they do know. Intuition works in mysterious ways. As correctional officers working in a prison they have to rely on their intuition every second of their day.

We are all Squirrels

We are all in squirrel mode running around before the big freeze hibernation of winter.

Any Direction

In the fall I am glad I can walk in any direction now that it's not blazing hot. The world is brand new again and I feel free to explore. My dog Lily never minds. I like to walk towards the sun if it's a cold day and lately I walk towards the colorful trees. I love trees. My dog loves people so we see people on the morning walk and we get to explore trees on the afternoon walk.

A bunch of changes have occurred lately. A few houses are up for sale and a few families have moved away. But I have to trust that when one door closes another will open. And it's true!

Last night Armand's grandchildren played fetch with Lily and their mom was smiling from the porch. It's moments like these that recharge my batteries.

Acorns are abundant on the sidewalks and I feel like Charlie Chaplin doing a slapstick routine walking on marbles!

I am glad Lily doesn't let me blow off walks. We are a pack-of-two and we need to get out at least two times a day no matter the weather and I am grateful.

Ursula K. Le Guin

"I am going to be rather hard-nosed and say that if you have to find devices to coax yourself to stay focused on writing, perhaps you should not be writing what you're writing. And if this lack of motivation is a constant problem, perhaps writing is not your forte. I mean, what is the problem? If writing bores you, that is pretty fatal. If that is not the case, but you find that it is hard going and it just doesn't flow, well, what did you expect? It is work; art is work."
- Ursula K. Le Guin

NYC's Reforestation

For centuries, the city’s trees were uprooted with reckless abandon — miles of greenery supplanted by a concrete jungle.

But New York’s trees have made a comeback, and today we’re celebrating.

At a ceremony in Joyce Kilmer Park in the South Bronx, the city will unveil a lacebark elm that marks the culmination its Million Trees NYC campaign.

The Empire State Building will glow forest green to honor the milestone.

When the city last took count, the tree population stood around 5.2 million, with 168 different species, the most common of which was the London plane.

And though we may never know the city’s oldest tree, many point to the so-called Queens Giant in Alley Pond Park.

For those looking to get involved in the city’s reforestation, the Parks Department is hosting a fall stewardship day this Saturday at parks in all five boroughs.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

RI Athletic Club

The RI Athletic club is partnering with CVS this week and they are offering a free flu shot for RI residents Saturday 9AM-12PM.

Celebrating the Introvert

It's hard to describe to an extrovert how important solitude is for those us introverts especially since they see us for about three minutes of the 24 quiet hours.

Giant Muffin

Updated recipe October 20th!

1 heaping cup whole wheat flour
2 cups wheat bran
1 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 1/4 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground allspice
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
cardamom +cloves sprinkled in too, if you want
freshly chopped ginger root!
2 eggs
sugar 1/4 c
molasses 1/2 c
1 cup buttermilk
1 cup canned solid pack pumpkin
2/3 cup corn oil

Preheat oven to 350°F
Bake in Bundt pan for one hour or until a wooden skewer comes out clean.
Let cool for 15 minutes, then tip out of pan.

Umbilical Cord

My radio is my umbilical cord leading to the surface of the ocean as I work under the sea.

AMAZING Breadcrumbs

Entering the priesthood and nunnery of art means letting the journey take you wherever it wants to go. It also means you are completely alone with the space between your ears. But don't despair, acceptance is the beginning of discovery. You are not alone at all. Many great men have walked this path and left AMAZING breadcrumbs.

Robots out of Breath

The robots are chasing me and I am running as fast as I can.

My Life

Get up, make coffee, let the dog out. Start writing. Shit, shower, shave, shine shoes. Bake a bread or wash the clothes. Keep writing and reading. After many hours it's time get the hell out and be a human walking on the sidewalk. Go anywhere. Keep the notebook and pens and bags handy. Pick up trash. Keep your ears and eyes open. Scoop up after the dog. Keep walking. Enjoy the shadows. They are the best part. Come home. Start cooking simmering marinating. Walk some more, write some more. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Fluffy Hunter: Walkin Blues

"The Walkin Blues" by Sam Pler
I love this! Walk right in Walk right out.

James Carter Organ Trio “The Walking Blues”
composed by Bass/Powell
from At The Crossroads CD Album (Decca Records 2011) on WICN radio 9:40 AM
CHECKOUT that BARI SAX!!!!!!!!!!!

Love of the 'Hood

My mother always taught me to buy wholesale and get the bargain but now, I beg to differ. A walk to the neighborhood mini mart is worth the added expense. To be on foot with my dog and run into my neighbors, when buying a quart of milk, is priceless.

Saves a Man

I contacted an author I like and asked her if I could get a reviewers copy to review her NEW book for my blog. Because I love her writing. She said YES.

It's supposed to arrive today!!!!!

I had to share because this is the courageous part of me trying to make things happen.

My karma is JUST DO IT don't wait for any big signal or money as validation. Life is HERE, life is NOW.

My other thought is about my obsession with prisons. Perhaps it is because I am always trying to break out of mine. It's daily, by the hour by the second, the prison between my ears. (laugh)

When I visit the schools it is just like a visit to the prisons. The uniforms are the same, the shiny desks in rows, the shiny hallways, the commands.

A piece of paper is a life raft. The pencil, the oar, saves a man from drowning.

WICN Michelle Willson played a song CREATIVITY SAVES LIVES.

Love and glorious trees,


Humanoids of Planet Earth

I am still learning about this planet. People say things and I believe them. A mistake I never stop making. The language of intention is "talk" my husband reminds me. But how do you tell the difference? I ask. Time tells the difference, but I never stop believing. Perhaps it all began when I was 5 years old and my biological father would say on his visit, I'll take you to the zoo next weekend. But it never happened that way. He'd come pick me up and I'd say, zoo? Nope.
I've had many promises evaporate they are the ones where people say "I'm coming to visit." Those are the ones that rarely happen. We are scary, my husband reminds me. Our life and passions are expressed in our environment and this terrifies people. So if they can't make it here they can't make it very far with me? Exactly. But you have to stop believing what people say. I can't do that. I'm a believer.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Spicy Peanut Ginger Garlic Broccoli

I just made this Chinese Broccoli improvisation and it was so good. First I trimmed and cut the broccoli florets. Then I took a 2 hour walk. When I came home I heated my 12" cast iron pan with olive oil, small dried red chili peppers, freshly chopped ginger root and freshly chopped garlic. I threw in the broccoli florets and salty peanuts and stirred. Then I splashed some soy sauce on it. I covered the mess for a minute and then splashed some water on it. When the broccoli was bright green but slightly tender I served it. Yum!

Root Causes of Homelessness

Establishing a right to counsel in housing court wouldn’t just reduce the human cost of homelessness — it would save New York money in the long run. It costs about $2,500 to provide a tenant with an attorney for an eviction proceeding, while we spend on average over $45,000 to shelter a homeless family. Our proposal makes good moral and financial sense.

Unless we attack the root causes of homelessness, we face the prospect of more New Yorkers entering our shelter system faster than we can move others out into apartments. We have the tools to stop this crisis, and we have the solution to end the eviction epidemic. New York should establish a right to counsel in housing court now.


Fascinating Laws About Speech


Mariel Hemingway

My passion now is to help other people understand that they’re not alone or isolated in how they feel, whether it’s being the caretaker of someone who’s suffering from mental illness or addiction, or who’s been left behind by suicide or those who actually suffer themselves. I think we’re at a tipping point of being able to talk about this issue without feeling shame and embarrassment.
– Mariel Hemingway

Mariel Hemingway’s “Out Came The Sun”
A moving, compelling memoir about growing up and escaping the tragic legacy of mental illness, suicide, addiction, and depression in one of America’s most famous families: the Hemingways.

She opens her eyes. The room is dark. She hears yelling, smashed plates, and wishes it was all a terrible dream. But it isn’t. This is what it was like growing up as a Hemingway.

In this deeply moving, searingly honest new memoir, Academy Award Nominated Actress and mental health icon, Mariel Hemingway, shares in candid detail the story of her troubled childhood in a famous family haunted by depression, alcoholism, illness, and suicide. Born just a few months after her grandfather, Ernest Hemingway, committed suicide, it was Mariel’s mission as a girl to escape the desperate cycles of severe mental health issues that had plagued generations of her family.

Surrounded by a family tortured by alcoholism (both parents), depression (her sister Margaux), suicide (her grandfather and four other members of her family), schizophrenia (her sister Muffet), and cancer (mother), it was all the young Mariel could do to keep her head.

In a compassionate voice she reveals her painful struggle to stay sane as the youngest child in her family, and how she coped with the chaos by becoming OCD and obsessive about her food, schedule, and organization.

The twisted legacy of her family has never quite let go of Mariel, but now in this memoir she opens up about her claustrophobic marriage, her acting career, and turning to spiritual healers and charlatans for solace. Ultimately Mariel has written a story of triumph about learning to overcome her family’s demons and developing love and deep compassion for them.

At last, in this memoir she can finally tell the true story of the tragedies and troubles of the Hemingway family, and she delivers a book that beckons comparisons with Mary Karr and Jeanette Walls.

As if Wives were Volcanoes

“A desk is a dangerous place from which to view the world.”
― John le Carré

“Home's where you go when you run out of homes.”
― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy

“The more identities a man has, the more they express the person they conceal.”
― John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

“Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.”
― John le Carré

“Do you know what love is? I'll tell you: it is whatever you can still betray.”
― John le Carré, The Looking Glass War

“Sometimes we have to do a thing in order to find out the reason for it. Sometimes our actions are questions, not answers.”
― John le Carré, A Perfect Spy

“There are moments which are made up of too much stuff for them to be lived at the time they occur.”
― John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

“The fact that you can only do a little is no excuse for doing nothing.”
― John le Carré, A Most Wanted Man

“The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous”
― John le Carré

“By repetition, each lie becomes an irreversible fact upon which other lies are constructed.”
― John le Carré

“The cat sat on the mat is not a story. The cat sat on the other cat’s mat is a story.”
― John le Carré

“Unfortunately it is the weak who destroy the strong.”
― John le Carré

“I have a theory which I suspect is rather immoral,' Smiley went on, more lightly. 'Each of us has only a quantum of compassion. That if we lavish our concern on every stray cat, we never get to the centre of things.”
― John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

“ an infinite capacity for suspicion.”
― John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

“All men are born free: just not for long.”
― John le Carré, A Murder of Quality

“To possess another language, Charlemagne tells us, is to possess another soul. German is such a language. Once you have it in your head, you can go there anytime, you can close the door, you have a refuge.”
― John le Carré

“Tessa distinguished absolutely between pain observed and pain shared. Pain observed is journalistic pain. It’s diplomatic pain. It’s television pain, over as soon as you switch off your beastly set. Those who watch suffering and do nothing about it, in her book, were little better than those who inflicted it. They were the bad Samaritans.”
― John le Carré, The Constant Gardener

“After all, if you make your enemy look like a fool, you lose the justification for engaging him.”
― John le Carré

“Our power knows no limits, yet we cannot find food for a starving child, or a home for a refugee. Our knowledge is without measure and we build the weapons that will destroy us. We live on the edge of ourselves, terrified of the darkness within. We have harmed, corrupted and ruined, we have made mistakes and deceived.”
― John le Carré

“You should have died when I killed you.”
― John le Carré

“Ideologies have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.”
― John le Carré

“There was nothing dishonourable in not being blown about by every little modern wind. Better to have worth, to entrench, to be an oak of one's own generation.”
― John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

“Wives?" she asked, interrupting him. For a moment, he had assumed she was tuning to the novel. Then he saw her waiting, suspicious eyes, so he replied cautiously, "None active," as if wives were volcanoes.”
― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy

“Let's die of it before we're too old.”
― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy

“If you see the world as gloomily as I see it, the only thing to do is laugh or shoot yourself.”
― John le Carré

“It's the oldest question of all, George. Who can spy on the spies?”
― John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

“It is also the pardonable vanity of lonely people everywhere to assume that they have no counterparts.”
― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy

“I once heard someone say morality was method. Do you hold with that? I suppose you wouldn't. You would say that morality was vested in the aim, I expect. Difficult to know what one's aims are, that's the trouble, specially if you're British.”
― John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

John le Carré

“Having your book turned into a movie is like seeing your oxen turned into bouillon cubes”
― John le Carré

Vignette: Crisps

What did he do? He drove me to a potato chip factory right in the middle of all of this. I remember zoning out watching little slices of potatoes boil in oil. I was ready to bust through the glass and join them. To this day I can't look at a potato chip.

Did you ever tell him how you felt?


Why not?

Because he was a complete stranger.

I thought he was going to kill us to get out of child support.

Why was that?

My mother never said anything good about him and always complained and worried about money even though she married a millionaire.

How does that make you feel?

Like kicking ass.

Thanksgiving in my House

Days like this make me want to host Thanksgiving in my house. I will roast my turkey outdoors.

Winter Poses New Danger for Migrants

By RICK LYMAN OCT. 18, 2015

Men, women and children lined up to be registered at a migrant processing center in Croatia. Most people will travel farther north to Germany or Sweden.

OPATOVAC, Croatia — The migrants coming into Europe through the Western Balkans in recent months have been resourceful and adaptable enough to slip around unfriendly police officers, raging rivers, hostile borders and razor-wire fences. But there is one thing they cannot evade, and that is the looming winter.

Urban Cow

I tried to convince a friend to let me keep a jersey milking cow on his nearby farm. No luck but still hunting. Chickens are legal now if approved by zoning commission. But chickens don't give milk!

Hot Shot

Get through the cold house days.
Portable heat.