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…

Let me tell ya ’bout Telluride.  Eeee Haaa!  Wish I’d brought my cowboy boots. I was thinking more Vail than dude ranch, so my wardrobe was a bit off.  C’est la vie!  What a beautiful little village snuggled into a narrow little niche at the bottom of the glacier-carved mountains.  Little is the operative word…after…

Don’t know why there’s no sun up in the sky… Another chemo treatment yesterday, and I don’t care what they say, I feel really lousy.  But not for long, thankfully. So, with monsoon clouds accumulating over Phx, and hurricanes raging on both coasts, it’s time to hunker down with the saguaro and ride out the…

In the “Be Careful What You Wish For” department, several months ago I had wished for “new and better” hair after I lost my old hair during chemo.  I was so excited to see hair growth a few weeks ago, until on closer inspection, I realized that my hair is growing UP.  As in up,…