Monday, June 18, 2007





The hospital I work at emails me an inspirational message every morning.

I liked today's. They said it was from an old folk song.


Be kind to your parents, though they might not deserve it.
Remember that "parents" is a difficult stage of life.
They’re apt to be nervous, and over excited,
Confused by the daily storm and strife.
Remember, though it seems hard I know,
That parents were children long ago.




Friday, June 15, 2007






Excuse me, but I just have to ask.


What the hell is everybody doing in just one place?


Among other things, it doesn't make evolutionary sense (well, assuming "evolution" actually describes something).


Wouldn't we be much more successful survivors and/or reproducers if we could be in more than one place at once?




Get back to me on that why don't you.

About Me

I came to Minneapolis from southern California this May to help my 88-year-old mother care for my 86-year-old father. He fell last November, and then declined cognitively for a month as his bones healed at a rehab facility under quarantine. He hasn't undeclined. Before retiring in the 1990s, he was a theater critic, & still seems to have some of his self-confidence and wit alongside vascular dementia, Parkinsonisms, incontinence and real trouble walking. Given his otherwise-ok health, he might still have some tolerable years ahead, though with new parameters. My mom's a novelist. She seems made of iron.