In the spirit of Valentine’s Day past, I’ll start with a lay-out of the menu: take-out from our favorite pig joint to include pork short ribs in Asian-buffalo sauce, soft bacon-wrapped stuffed jalapeños in a sweet drizzle, and a pinkish pork tenderloin topped with a figgy apple drench. Probably a little more sugar than I should have, but totally worth the V-Day splurge.
Here lay the difference between this Valentine’s and previous: it was a dinner shared with my 19-year-old son, home from college to do some laundry. Continue reading
In the last several days, I have flooded my Facebook page with over 25 pictures and blogs, all protesting “FastTrack” for the TransPacific Partnership, a trade agreement sure to further deplete American jobs, compromise our sovereignty, make vulnerable our food and water supply, and allow giant corporations manipulative powers over Internet content. And I find myself asking why I care so much. No doubt, those 79 “friends” of mine are more than a little frustrated by constant disruptions to their feed; perhaps some even roll their eyes, in a there-she-goes-again frustration and pause, holding index fingers over an “unfriend” press. So why DO I care so much? Continue reading
I have this story I tell myself about scales… the ones that say something to us about one effect, at least, of our consumption choices. My story goes something like this: Continue reading
January 1, 2014. It’s been a while, and I’ve not much to say for myself, except that I joined Facebook (probably enough said) and have spent no small amount of time chasing shiny objects to ends sometimes worthwhile, other times… not so much. I joined conceding that, just maybe, social media really is the best way to spread information. Continue reading
For any of you who have had the great fortune never to have played the game Risk, know that it’s a game of hostile takeover—a war game, though its not a reach to make it analogous to corporate takeover, which, let’s be honest, that’s what most war is. And without a doubt, Risk is about my least favorite game… EVER! But as elder son (I’ll call him C1) is just in from a couple months in D.C. and on his way out again in a couple weeks, my own game preferences were recently overruled. Continue reading
In recent weeks, America has learned the extent to which our government collects data on its citizens, gathering and storing personal information on each and every one of its 316 million or so cell phone and Internet users–data available for scrutiny at any point that any one citizen becomes a threat to national security or, perhaps, simply inconvenient to the purposes of hoarding power. Continue reading
On Mother’s Day, my fifteen-year-old son created a bouquet from a collection of growing things in our yard. He found some waning tulips, a few crocus, a little grass, and a perfectly symmetrical dandelion gone to seed. It was beautiful. Christy said something like, “You know, when we haven’t taught them to label something a weed…” Continue reading