Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. (Macbeth, V.v.17-28)
I started to say “Naw, that won’t work,” but I just remembered twice when it did work. The what will or won’t work is putting in my bedroom the thing I need most to be doing. Of course, that varies,… Read More ›
Retrophiliac that I am, it stands to reason that Antiques Roadshow is one of the television shows I watch often. Still, even while marveling at the wonderful array of treasures that make their way to an appraiser’s table, I also… Read More ›
I was in a grocery store one afternoon, half listening to the piped-in music while shopping. It was the going-home-hour, approaching 6:00 in the evening, so the store was fairly busy with people picking up odds and ends for the night’s… Read More ›
Invited last week to reflect on what it means to me to be a writer, I realized that there is nothing I’d rather be. First, despite having less chronological time to write than when I first published, 62 years ago,… Read More ›
While it may sound naïve, I used to assume that writers either were idea people or they weren’t. However, it’s more likely that prolific writers usually plan idea searches rather than just getting started and leaving the results to chance…. Read More ›
Samson, an adorable little stump-legged mixed breed, was transported by the mere idea of Beggin’ Strips™️ treats. I’d seen cartoon dogs swooning and spinning around when offered one of these things, but it wasn’t until I saw Samson’s version that… Read More ›
My son is obsessed with a passion to go back to Burger King, even though he knows full well that when he tells them to hold the pickle, hold the lettuce, all he will end up with is a Hot… Read More ›
Geese were back in my neighborhood this morning, making noise in the backyard like they’re delighted to be here. To refer to them properly, I took a moment to look up the information and found the following: A flock of geese is a… Read More ›
There have been other ovations as long, but one reason this one deserves signaling out is that the performer, Leontyne Price, was only 34 years old at the time, It was 1961 and Price was portraying Leonora in Il Trovatore… Read More ›
Viewing this little angel makes me fully understand why my mother used to roll her eyes and grit her teeth in dread every time I left the house at that age. I didn’t go so far as to leap into… Read More ›
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. (Macbeth, V.v.17-28)
Yesterday I answered an e-mail message from a friend who asked which account I checked regularly. It was a valid question, since I often apologize to correspondents for late responses by saying (honestly) that I hadn’t checked the receiving account… Read More ›
I started to say “Naw, that won’t work,” but I just remembered twice when it did work. The what will or won’t work is putting in my bedroom the thing I need most to be doing. Of course, that varies,… Read More ›
Retrophiliac that I am, it stands to reason that Antiques Roadshow is one of the television shows I watch often. Still, even while marveling at the wonderful array of treasures that make their way to an appraiser’s table, I also… Read More ›
I was in a grocery store one afternoon, half listening to the piped-in music while shopping. It was the going-home-hour, approaching 6:00 in the evening, so the store was fairly busy with people picking up odds and ends for the night’s… Read More ›
The Bipolarized Eclectic blog (this one) includes a page listing articles I’ve published on the David Bowie News fan site. However, you can also reach the articles on Twitter via the links below, except for Playlist 7a, which is no… Read More ›
This uniquely melodic, beautifully filmed performance is well worth checking out. Copyright restrictions prohibit posting the entire performance on the blog. However, as of this writing, it’s still available online here.
Raised in a small Arizona town, daughter of an NAACP president, I spent my early years on the fringes of segregation. Around the age of 8 or 9, I became aware of the significance–not just the presence, but the significance–of… Read More ›