For my whole life power has been a color scheme with white on top. But that’s changing, and some losing power are fighting to hold on.
I quit drinking again six months ago when I started spending time with someone who does not enjoy the happy liquid brain refreshment of booze.
Where is the Conspiracy of Vegetables? Can you say McSpinach? Why aren’t there any salad commercials during football games?
Two holiday seasons 50 years apart and we are together again, sharing the best of times in the worst of times. Anything is possible.
Age — it’s what’s for dinner. Still I’m plagued by vanity and stared at myself in the mirror with air-sucking shock. Jowls! Wattles! Droops!
The new minimal me isn’t suffering with less and making do with junk. I love my streamlined life. The utilitarian simplicity gives me focus.
I may be folding socks on a falling airplane, but in these troubled times I need to be busy and I find comfort in the pantomime of normalcy.