May Day is Mother Jones birthday. “The most dangerous woman in America”. She was the original “Union Maid”, organizing miners and their families, standing up for safety, elimination of child labor, living wages and fair treatment of workers. This tiny Irish immigrant lady changed the face of labor in America. …
Robin Williams. I always said that if I had to pick a celebrity to have over for dinner, it would be Robin Williams. Not that he’d be Mr. Funny all the time, but that spark, that sharp mind, being comical or not, he’d have to be interesting. When I first …
I spruced up the garden, spruced up the living room, spruced up the blog… and started a new page for the “abandoned” photography at http://www.forgiveusourtrespasses.net Hopefully I caught all the broken links, etc. Pardon my error if something is still amiss. It’s still all a work in progress. But so are …
Last night was the 4th annual Phil Ochs tribute show presented by the St. Louis Phil Ochs Society. Had we known about the first three, we probably would have gone. This year it was at Focal Point, a space a love (except for the seats, which are cute little antique …
‘Tis Lent, when all hungry St. Louisans scramble for a fish fry to satisfy their meatless cravings. We’ve got an abundance of Catholic and other churches, VFW halls and even restaurants vying for your seaworthy dollars. This year I hope to visit some old fave and new raves, but there’s …
Two months old, in my crib. While I have absolutely no memory to share of where I was fifty years ago when the Beatles first appeared on Ed Sullivan, the impact it had on my life is undeniable. One of the first records my parents bought me was The Chipmunks …
Beneath the snow, my garden lies sleeping. At the end of every year, the thought crosses my mind – perhaps I’ll take next year off. Let it go. Then the new garden catalogs arrive in all their colorful, tantalizing glory. My imagination fires, the wheels turn, and suddenly plans for …
On again off again bloggers do not win prizes nor readership. Such is life. Someone somewhere will stumble upon this photo eventually and right now, that’s enough. At the moment, I am not dedicated enough to anything. Living through the pain of winter’s cold is sometimes as much as one …
Every night is a race with the moon. Sleep eludes and the mind runs wild. Without distraction, I am positive this night is my last. What if I forget to breathe?
My grandmother’s poppies have taken over the hillside bed in the back yard. After years of digging, moving and tending, they have gone beyond flourishing straight on to invasiveness. Originally dug up from “the farm” on the day of grandma’s funeral, the poppies didn’t quite seem to survive the …
