Impaled, bloodied, and flecked with gold dust Frida Kahlo was impaled by a broken rod, and lay on the ground naked in her blood and flecked with gold. She said she could never paint the accident. The broken handlebar from … Read More
A Poem for Shares in our Futures
They ride the thermals. Our words fly out on butterfly wings to climb the thermals. The mystery of the internet is anybody can be reading anything at any time. Including your post. Including this post. It takes one reader to … Read More
The middle-class house for ideal families Frank Lloyd Wright built one house in Oregon. The site was stunning: in the Willamette Valley, overlooking the river and with Mt. Hood on the horizon. The Usonian House was developed by Wright in … Read More
Women’s Clubs were the Cauldron for Leadership and Service. Women’s Clubs have been a predecessor place for women to experience leadership, service, grow skills, and camaraderie. Women’s clubs came into their own in the mid-19th century. Early versions were Ladies … Read More
I was surprised to learn that not everyone has a narrator inside their head. The estimates of who has an inner voice, in articles I read, ranged from 20-50%, with no clearly researched answer. I am curious how you think. … Read More
Our body cells are continually replaced. On average, the cells of your body are replaced every 7 to 10 years. But those numbers hide a huge variability in lifespan across the different organs of the body. Neutrophil cells (a type … Read More
The What-If’s of a long-ago court settlement I moved to Minneapolis in 1991 and occasionally went to the Amazon book store, a feminist collective that sold books to that audience. The Amazon collective was named after the mythical fierce women … Read More
On his shameful choice of business Arthur Ritis came to visit On his shameful choice of business First my ankles then my toes Now my knees — what’s next, my nose? Ibuprofen, CBD oil Padded knee brace, copper in coil … Read More
Or some small part of it I have swum in lakes and oceans and bays and pools across the world. Sometimes I am the only swimmer, a lumpy form in a black swimsuit. It doesn’t matter. I swim for myself. … Read More