Bite-size Joys

I’m the last person to look to for advice when it comes to accentuating the positive. I have a tendency to get mired in the muck of the mundane, stuck in the shit, bogged down in the banal…you get the idea. At the dawning of these times of plague, my advice was to do whatever…

It Took a Virus to Remind Us

I am not a natural optimist. Realist bordering on pessimist perhaps, glass half empty–but because I drank it. But definitely not an optimist. There is no sunshine in my Suzy. There is no Anna in my Polly. On the other hand, there’s no rain on my parade either. But there are definitely clouds. Sometimes wind….

Ode to Joy

It started to creep up on me about a year and a half ago. Slow, yet steady; a lengthening shadow across my field of vision. There was a tickle of the familiar, a vague recognition–that feeling of grasping the colors of your dream with the tip of your consciousness in the first, tiny seconds of…

Saints and Martyrs

Three Italian Catholic mothers walk into a kitchen.  It could be the start of a bad joke.  It could be an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.  Instead it is the reality of my annual summer vacation. Welcome to Gulit-a-polooza 2013. Every summer, for a few emotion laden days, I spend a great deal of time around…