Judy Richter

Or should I say, Gray Be Gone.  An editor recently lectured me at length about the use of Grey (European) vs. Gray (American).  I prefer to remain global, thank you very much.  But back to the point.  I had one of those epiphanous moments on the long ride from CO to AZ when I realized…

Or, in an attempt to take a more positive spin on things, an extreme bonding opportunity for H and me, as well as a valuable lesson on the goodness of others.  This trip was the beginning of the physical move from Denver to Phoenix…we bought a 24 foot trailer to help us in this transitional…

…you saw me standing alone…I can just hear Ella Fitzgerald now, belting out that ballad.  One of my mother’s favorites.  Well, last night there was a blue moon, and from my perspective, the world turned upside down and inside out.  In the everything happens for a reason department, I am trying to make sense of…

Okay.  I need to retract some of the venom in my Sunday Morning Rant.  Not that I don’t believe everything I wrote.  I just failed to have my normally rational sensibilities and filters in place.  I blame it on the drugs!  This is not a Me Generation flashback from the ’70’s, but a menopausal flashback…

The Me Generation vs. Generation Me.  Not really on topic for the bigger picture of healing, but on my path to forgive and forgiveness, this is a huge challenge for me. I am a Baby Boomer, aka a member of the Me Generation.  The Me Generation has spawned Generation Me, and because I do not…

St. Martin was truly A-MAY-ZING.  The weather was spectacular (in hurricane season, no less), the water was an unearthly turquiose blue, the people were enchantingly embracing (yes, this was on the French side of the isle!), and the food.  OMG.  Words cannot capture the culinary bliss we all experienced, from chocolate croissants and coffee in…

As Annie’s comment so aptly reminded me, David is in the throes of the eleventh hour study blitz for the Bar.  I invite any/all of you to send him, along with me, the strength and memory retention he will most certainly need for this final, horrific crunch until the Bar is behind him.   I remember…

Flooding in the desert comes to mind.  At least, before I moved here it seemed to be an oxymoron.  Now it is just seems to be part and parcel of the monsoon season.  Along with high humidity?!  Who would have thought?  At least my hair frizzing up is not a problem, at least for the…

I just had to share this image of one of the bands performing at the Ride Festival in Telluride. Thanks to Mac for his stellar photography, btw. Telluride is a mecca for musical festivals every summer, and we were thrilled to be a part of this one.  Kudos to our techs, because the headliner (David…