Reflecting on other people’s art – literature, fine arts, performing arts, film, music – anything and everything that we consider “art.”
I loved my cat, Othello. I’d been his human for many years and I think it’s safe to say he trained me. Towards the end of his life I would understand the meaning every meow, chirp, and purr he uttered. If I sat down to read or watch TV, he’d jump up on my lap and rub his head against me before curling up in a ball by my side. He was my baby and I needed him as much…
Not long ago I got my first smartphone at the age of 39 1/2 – THIRTY-NINE AND A HALF! It was good timing, though, because my self-esteem had just climbed to a new high as well. Yes, I’ve finally learned to love myself and am ready to share who I am with the world! I don’t mean here. Granted, I’ve been vulnerable on the internet for years and I admit, not being able to see my audience face-to-face makes that…
A friend told me I should write something funny today but funny is not my default mode, especially when my mind is so cluttered with concern. Sure there’s war, terrorism, and hunger in the world, but what do I fixate on? The undoing of what used to be my favorite magazine and my favorite podcast. And is there anything I can do to stop it? No. They’ve done this to themselves. All I can do is withdraw my support from…
It’s 2019 and this year I’ll be 39! Not really a big deal I guess. I mean, it seems like after age 21, the only birthdays that are socially acceptable to go all-out for are the decade ones. This year, however, is the 10th anniversary of something, though I don’t think it’s worth celebrating. Let me explain. As of this year, it’ll have been 10 years since I began receiving disability income for what was supposed to have been a temporary…