Here we are, the ass-end of another year. I sat down yesterday to write about Salome and her veils. Then I re-read 2016’s year-end post. Apparently I had the same idea last year. Always ahead of myself, it would seem. And forever forgetting it. I expected I would endeth the year in much the same…
Tag: New Year’s
Dear 2016, Suck It
Dear 2016, Well, here we are. December 31st. If you’ve got any more surprises up your sleeve–say Harrison Ford dropping dead or Simon le Bon suddenly suffocating, the sudden annexation of Poland by Russian troops-you’ve got less than 24 hours to do your dirty work. The (not so) funny thing is that you, 2016, you weren’t…
New Year’s Revolutions
When I was a young girl, knee socks and Easter dress young, confessing my grade school sins to Father Gilmartin was a regular part of my religious education. As an eight-year-old, my sins were pretty tame–more lying to my mother than coveting my neighbor’s cattle. Later I would wonder if worshiping at the false altar…
Remembrance of things past (holiday goodies Part II)
The end of yet another year. A time for saying Hej Hej to the old and Hej to the new, for kicking bad habits and embracing the pristine promise that a brand spankin’ new year brings with it. A chance to wear questionable head-gear and glasses with 2013 emblazoned in glitter and sequins. If you…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 