I shared this poem a few months ago. The words have risen again for me as I watch women and men of a certain age show up for the younger generations, and for all who are not yet with us but deserve to come to life in a healthy, safe, and loving world. I dedicate my poem to the strong and compassionate women of 750 WSC in particular. Desert Woman at 71 They say. They. She is old and gray Bones brittle, eyes cloudy A little creaky, a little stooped They. They say she is fading,

June 12, 2025 “Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.” ~Eugene Ionesco Have you had dreams that have guided you in your life, beckoned you to go down a particular path, to take a risk that might enrich your life? Not just the kind of dreams you have when you sleep, but also the ones that flicker in and out of your imagining mind, that kind of haunt you in a good way. What if I…? If only I… I would really love to… I have had those good kinds of dreams. S

JUNE 3, 2025 "... the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured." ~Kurt Vonnegut My husband Larry and I live in a condo building with lots of people our age, some younger, and many older. We have a few young families with children who have recently moved in. We have lived here since May 2018 – seven years ago this month! Being the introverts that we are, Larry and I mostly stayed to ourselves for the first few y

MAY 30, 2025 Like many others, I crave a life of security, predictability, safety. A life with adventures but also with steady ground beneath my feet. There have been times, however, when my ground has shaken mightily, when things were clearly broken. Those were moments in which I felt mired in confusion and chaos and darkness. When I was a very young child, I was diagnosed with an illness that persisted until about age 12. What my little child mind took away from this experi

MAY 21, 2025 What was I just thinking? doing? Help! One of the casualties that arose for me during COVID and has persisted since then is a changed attention span. It is shorter, choppier. Sometimes it feels like some other little people are climbing into my brain, begging me to pay attention to the news or goods that they are sharing. Of course that's not the case. I have control over what I attend to... but it is not always easy. Scientists and journalists have been looking

MAY 20, 2025 How are we doing? Today is Primary Election Day in Pennsylvania - a close contest in Pittsburgh between Democratic mayoral candidates, and eight slots open for Court of Common Pleas judges because of lots of retirements. Social media posts are abuzz with reminders that local politics and community building are as important, if not more so, than what happens at the state and federal levels. I believe that. And yet. What I hear the most about every day, from mainst