Three of us, one black, one white, and one biracial, attended the November 21, 2018 released film, Green Book. This film is a comedy/drama based on a true story in which a working-class Italian-American bouncer, Tony Lip, becomes the driver of an African-American classical pianist, Dr. Don Shirley, on a tour of venues through the 1960s American South. It is hailed as a story about friendship. The closing credits show
One of my favorite people in the world is Dale. I got to know him in 2002 over a game called The Sims Online. He described himself in his online bio as someone who disliked tattoos and bad grammar, so he sounded interesting. I struck up a conversation which developed into one of the most unlikely yet fulfilling relationships of my life. I mentioned Dale in a previous article, “Patience
The start of the holiday season is signaled, for me, by Bake Day. Bake Day is a tradition carried on by my best friends (who are twins) that was handed down from their mom. Bake day occurs the Saturday after Thanksgiving, and a group of us spend a whole day baking everything we will need for the coming holiday season. We spend a few days in advance deciding what we’d
Stan Lee died. I knit a hat of Handmaid-red wool yarn, $36 a skein, then ripped it all out when I dropped a stitch. I learned that 3 billion people live in Extreme Poverty. Like the rest of America, I watched the video of the bear cub falling down a mountain-end up getting hurt-when the camera drone got too close, and stupidly prayed for its deliverance. Like the rest of
(In honor of Veterans Day and the 100th anniversary the armistice ending the Great War I, I publish the WWI diary of Albert J. Ebert. The late Mr. Ebert was my husband’s grandfather and served in France in 1918 and 1919. He enlisted in the navy but found himself in the trenches pulling infantry duty. Just twenty-three years old when he deployed, he writes of being issued a gas mask,
