The front storm door was not latching. It latched a few months ago; why not now?| Welcome 2 My World
I hate pleasing him, yet I keep talking about him. I am as guilty as anyone, his co-conspirator. See here! Even now I am talking about him! No name is needed. He gets his supporters to cheer and his detractors to howl. He keeps us ringside, clapping and booing, a ringmaster who compels our attention and participation. He is happiest when he is in our heads, his name on our lips … or so I imagine. Even if we oppose him, we support him when we join the spectacle and turn our attention to him....| Welcome 2 My World
God help me, but I wonder about things, like what makes this or that task mine mine mine? Many a task is everyone’s responsibility us us us but not the responsibility of anyone in particular. Something needs to be done but who should do it? Me me me? You you you? For example, something needs […]| Welcome 2 My World
I confess. I am frequently dismayed when reality does not meet my expectations, when once again my notions prove false. I feel mortified, humiliated, stupid.| Welcome 2 My World
Yesterday, running my errands, checking off the boxes one by one, I was stopped cold. The doors to the art gallery I manage were unlocked and, try as I might, I could not lock them. The gallery was accessible to the world! What to do? My day was suddenly derailed. I was stuck. I couldn’t […]| Welcome 2 My World
This is not a prayer, but perhaps an answer to one.| Welcome 2 My World