It seems like yesterday we were having that party in the backyard. A big cookout with lots of friends. The gag gifts were still funny at 40, the funky walking stick, tombstone candles, senior citizen gag cards. At fifty the gag gifts started to be really too close to home. AARP started their regular mailings…… Continue reading Where have the years gone
Month: August 2017
And still worse
I posted this on facebook: Donald Trump has truly presented the kind of petty person he is. He is this sociopath picking on what is already one of the most victimized groups in our society. Transgender men and women have barely reached equity and not even on a national level. There are states where we…… Continue reading And still worse
How Silent Can We Be?
I fail to understand, I truly do. I lived through the 60s and 70s. I watched people march on Washington for civil rights for people of color, equal rights for women, against institutional and governmental injustice. I was called unpleasant names that are no longer acceptable in modern times. Where are they now? The modern…… Continue reading How Silent Can We Be?
Bygone Days
Oh when I think of bygone days, When I wander in the haze, Of thoughts that lead me through byways, Tis then I think of bygone days In bygone days my love did laugh, Sweet we did tumble on the grass, Uncaring both we lad and lass, In bygone days a lad and lass Short…… Continue reading Bygone Days
Leave the Crucible Behind
There come times in all lives when we face difficulties and there are times when those difficulties are over. While there may always be those for whom recounting them will have value, there are many more who want to hear more positive news. It doesn’t matter what the ordeal was. The bout with cancer, mine…… Continue reading Leave the Crucible Behind
Charlottesville
Will this be the opening shot of a war that goes down in history? One against the vile ideas of another time that these hateful people that Donald Trump’s america has rebranded as the alt-right. The ‘alt-right’ because it sells better than the former brand ‘White Supremacist’. Trump knows all about branding. I don’t care…… Continue reading Charlottesville
Squeezable Me
I was feeling like an over squeezed tube of toothpaste at one point. However, let us go back to the start. I was seeing my endocrinologist and along with the sticker for being a good girl who didn’t cry (I wanted a blue one even those she said pink is for girls, but *I* wanted…… Continue reading Squeezable Me
Following the Rail
there, do you see? just around the bend, the place it used to be? a place, the marker there, when you were ten, played with friends, found love and conquered care the tracks, we roll along, beyond each bend, new worlds of friends like mushrooms come then gone, we think the tracks go on,…… Continue reading Following the Rail
Facades
We all have one. We use it daily, hiding behind a pleasant smile or a dull mask. A rictus that never changes like Kelly Ann Conway’s, or perhaps a sad clown face. some wear their hearts on their sleeves and we all do time to time. Not all joys and woes are truly containable within…… Continue reading Facades
Pain, Struggles and Tears
I ran into a friend, a lovely person with one of the greatest jobs in the world. Not an easy one. She commented how open I was here on my blog and I have been with information on transition and my struggles with identity and sexuality. I don’t think I’ve kept a whole lot back.…… Continue reading Pain, Struggles and Tears
My Gifted Life 