Nov 20, 2016
Nov 9, 2016
It's a tough thing to accept. I had a terrible time getting to sleep last night (I gave up at 1 am) and awoke thinking, my god. We just elected a man who calls Mexican immigrants rapists and drug dealers, and boasts about grabbing women by the (yes, I'm going to say it) pussy.
Sep 24, 2016
National Museum of African American History and Culture. To my surprise, these were the lines that got to me:
"A great nation does not hide its history. It faces its flaws, and corrects them. This museum tells the truth: that a country founded on the promise of liberty held millions in chains, that the price of our union was America's original sin."
Mar 20, 2016
(I can't bring myself to post a photo of Trump. So here is my late and much loved cat Spike sitting in front of an American Library Association poster of Patrick Stewart. Probably my favorite poster ever, and one of my favorite Spike photos.)
Jan 24, 2016
Wow, we got a lot of snow this weekend. Quoting the hilarious epistolary novel, The Man Who Wrote Dirty Books by Hal Dresner, "It was an efficient, methodical snowstorm; it covered the ground, the trees, the housetops, the roads, and then it stopped." We got over two feet here in southeastern Pennsylvania. Daniel took a bunch of photos (below are the two best) while he was outside exclaiming about it. Obviously, we lived in southern California way too long.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 14, 2015
This is the second day of watching hours of news coverage of the senseless multiple murders in Paris, which happened only a day after the senseless multiple murders in Beirut. I will never, ever understand how human beings can do things like this to each other. Never.
Aug 15, 2015
|My cat Fox, who has mastered The Art of the Nap.|