"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" ~ Mary Oliver

milking the american public . . .


Not only has pop culture gone the way of a hand-wringing photo-op for anyone who might have a personal issue on national TV, it now appears that we will be subjected to carefully wrought (scripted) personal stories by political candidates in order to get our vote. And none other than in the bosom of motherhood, no less.

Case in point is this outline of Hillary Clinton’s approach as a candidate to milk her mother’s hardships as an unwanted child to convince people that she understands our problems.


How does the pathos of her grandmother’s rejection of her mother convince us that Mrs. Clinton will come up for a strategy to fight ISIS? What does she think about the world economy teetering, it seems, on the head of a Greek pin? Or, how about what is seeming like standard practice of white police forces abusing power all over the place until they get caught doing it on film?

Heck, we must be pretty gullible as the American public. At least, the politicos who are crafting a new campaign modus operandi sure seem to think so. Why don’t they just show tearjerker movies instead of campaigning in person?

I, for one, have a case of Hillary fatigue. Never mind keeping a lid on Bill. I wonder how many others share that perspective?






“voting with your life!” . . .


“voting with your life!” – that’s how Sally Mann has lived hers. I’ve been reading her newly published memoir called, “Hold Still: a Memoir with Photographs” and have been struck by how well she writes even though she’s known for her photography. As you may know, images of her children created an outcry years ago, due to their ease with their nudity. I’ve only read a few chapters but it’s enthralling – a refreshingly passionate book and eye-opening at the same time.

So I thought about what “voting with your life” means to me: it means showing up for the people you love when it matters most; standing by your integrity and values when the going gets rough (when doesn’t it?); and coming to peace with dying when the time comes.

“YMCA!” . . .

village people Y M C A 13Well, I finally bit the bullet and joined our local YMCA yesterday. They offer senior strength exercise classes, water walking and aquacize classes plus a “fit, functional and fun” class that are scattered throughout the week. I usually overdo anything new in the beginning and then max out, but this time I plan to start gradually and see if I can keep it up.

C. sent me this video clip of the “YMCA” to cheer me on. It was made in 1978 and is truly uplifting: the Cowboy and the Indian are my favorites!