What a time it’s been. Flying at the speed of light we’ve arrived at spring. Or so it feels. I took a pause, Rip Van Winkle style and awoke to signs winter is finally over. Unlike the notorious RVW, I emerged rather well preserved if I may say. The trick Read more…
Rage. I was all set to write about rage and then something washed over me. Grace? Probably not. Probably fatigue. I’m spent, what with all the raging. I remember that there’s a new moon, maybe it transited to a benevolent position when I sat down to write. I want to Read more…
It’s 10:05 on a Friday night and I’m standing in the longest line EVER at Duane Reade. I just want to get home and peel my Spanx off; not only was that date an absolute waste of time, but I missed getting to Trader Joe’s before closing and now I’ve got to Read more…
I went to the store as usual making my best effort to read the labels and make conscious choices. Then I started sleuthing. Many clicks later and this is what I confirmed. Conscious consumption takes diligence. Lots of it. Here are some of the fruits of my labor: Loblaws doesn’t want Read more…