Monthly Archives: September 2015

I am susceptible to bouts of periodic hope, despite the way the world presents itself in the news, despite my sleepless nights thinking about global warming. Hope is pervasive, invasive even. It has a way of pushing through, like shoots … Continue reading →

Several conservative looking mid-life women score some pot and share it. I’m not sure why we always find this so funny, but we do. When you think of the popularity of the TV show Weeds, or the scene of Meryl … Continue reading →