Did you hear it? Did you hear what I heard yesterday? Women. On the march. Finally. It’s about time but it is not just about Trump. I have spent my entire life trying to push the boundaries for women starting in 1962. We were not allowed to wear pants to school. I and Delores Robinson (wherever she may be today) wore pants to school. No one spoke to us the…
When I awoke at 5 am this morning, I found myself unable to go back to sleep. When I got up, I realized I was on the verge of crying. It took a while before I realized why. Today is the day I pay full price for my most expensive medication. The path to my state of no health insurance is a bit bizarre but does highlight some of what's…
Well, despite my best intentions, I’ve already fallen down on my blogging activity. I have several topics chosen and one partially written in my head.
I am a writer first and foremost. Then I'm a web and graphic designer. I am the "web guru" to my customers and friends. Due to my varied background and my big mouth, this blog has a threefold, oops fourfold, purpose: 1) Imparting information to my web design & hosting clients as well as anyone who is interested in web issues 2) Giving me a platform for the humor and…
Riding home last week I decided to use the time to plan my column. It was raining a little and the 5:30 traffic was pretty heavy. Naturally my mind centered on cars as a topic. Once again my changing priorities became the obvious theme. In the past I’ve always tried to have new or nearly new vehicles for several reasons. First, because affording a car payment and repairs has been…
Like many folks raised in the South, I was indoctrinated into a polite system of manners and communication that at times has proven not to be so helpful in making my way about the world. Different locales and changing times frequently have necessitated revisions of my personal set of manners. I was raised by a mother and grandmother in a very traditional southern style. I was required to yes ma’am…
Calling all Dads! Father’s Day is a bittersweet occasion for me because my Dad died 11 years ago in the summer. This time of year I spend time remembering the man my father became, the man I miss. My mission on Father’s Day is always the same: I don’t just won’t to tell you what a great father he was. No, I want to tell you who he really was…