Friday, November 18, 2011

God shots to the gut: Confessions of a woman who's quickly losing faith

Taylor Swift concert, Charlotte, NC
First – my daughter scores primo seats, at a deeply discounted rate, to her first-ever concert.
Then - my husband gets a real live, old-fashioned job-with-benefits following a dry spell.
And this just in!

Welcome back, frogman

The Hula Painted Frog, declared extinct, rears its slimy little head in an Israeli swamp for the first time in 50 years, according to AP reports.

My God, my God. You really do have faith in us lowly creatures. These are small things, I realize, in the big scheme of things. But, little-by-little, perhaps we'll get to know each other again. 

Thank you from the bottom of my cynical little heart.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Grateful on Labor Day 2011

Logo courtesty of

I gladly labored in the 90-degree heat in order to earn a small wage this past weekend - volunteered with the “Women’s Club” at a small, southern town festival; babysat two yuppie larvae a couple of nights before; cleaned out a chicken coop and planned a business trip for a new part-time job.

Whose life is this anyway?

I made more money and had greater job security as a copy boy in a northern, big city newspaper in the 80s-90s than I did as the publisher of my own newspaper a decade later.

When I was a toddler in the late-1950s/early-60s at the height of union participation in the U.S., more than a third of all American workers belonged to unions. Last year, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the union-membership rate was less than 12%.  

Am I anti-union? Heck, no. But I’m searching for the happy medium. Is there such a thing? The pendulum swings, so I hear.
Some argue that over the years unions had become too powerful and in many cases harmed the very businesses that employed its members. 

But, as Time Magazine recently pointed out and many still strive for, unions also helped bring about a minimum wage, a reasonable workweek and rights for employees within the workplace. 

It was tough celebrating “labor” this weekend, with the sickening lack of work in this country, but I’m grateful for the pennies I collect.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Wood ‘N Soldier: tribute to a brave husband

tribute to a brave husband during underemployment daze
Source: Family photos

He scavenges the woods for ruined timber, mostly expired cedar trees, then drags them to safety like a well-trained soldier refusing to leave the wounded behind.

Scampering up clay paths lined with scrubby brush, he tosses the pieces over the fence into his suburban backyard and begins to fortify the fallen. 

Some bodies are solid, others are frail reeds.

Surgery ensues at base camp - a brick pad behind the garage.

Blades and beads. String and stain. 
Tools of the trade plied during private conversation.

Some time passes before he heaves the transformed trunk or twigs upon his shoulder to return them to the forest floor. 

Battle-scarred and oddly beautiful.

Mission accomplished.