Musings
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Philadelphia: Censoring Truth at The President’s House Exhibit
Philadelphia: Censoring Truth at The President’s House Exhibit by Diana Day
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Go Slow
Zekavat Trip, Post #2 When I wrote the Zekavat grant proposal, I dreamed of being a “slow tourist” so I could savor the cultures and locales that inspired the great modernist literature and drama I had read in my college course. I figured that going slowly and being very selective about the activities in each…
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Serendipity and Reminiscence: A Literary, Dance, and Visual Arts Pilgrimage Through Modernist Dublin, London, Paris, and Berlin
Zekavat Trip, Post #1 “Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta I did a thing this spring, took a leap of faith. Now that my children are launching their own lives, time flows differently than it did when my primary focus was mothering. I find myself randomly…
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You had me at the chocolate
I confess it: I love Valentine’s Day. I love the red outfits people wear, Valentine socks, Valentine cookies, vintage Valentines, making Valentines, corny Valentine jewelry, all of it. It’s all an excuse to say, “I love you” to folks you care about, and I don’t see a problem with that. And I loved Google’s Doodle…
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Pedal on, sister
Sometimes I miss my California friends so much that my lungs hurt. When this happens, I take comfort in the fact that I am so much closer to many old friends and to family, too. But this past summer, an old friend left Philly. She is not terribly far, but just far enough so that…
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Whew! Got the shots
My daughters got the first of their two H1N1 shots in school yesterday. I didn’t realize how anxious I was about H1N1 until my daughters came home from school with Band-Aids on their little shoulders and I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. When the news of the virus first hit, I tried to…
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New York City, where the Internet is paved with gold
Dwayne and I celebrated our anniversary last week — 8 years of marriage and 11 years of unwedded bliss before that, so, effectively, 19 years together. Happy! To celebrate, this past Saturday, we left our daughters with my sister for the afternoon and then with my mom overnight, and we headed to New York City…
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Hair detergent, or What Happens When You’ve Lost Too Many Brain Cells
Today I was chattering along with my husband as we headed to Target to get a few necessities for the week. We were trying to make a list, and I remembered a conversation we had earlier in the week, when my husband said that we were running low on our daughters’ shampoo. So, I asked…
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Archaeology
The new house we are renting has a lawn, a side garden, and a tangle of ivy in the back yard. My mom and a friend of hers came to help me get the side garden going, but I have been on my own to unwind the ivy tangle in the back yard. Mind you,…
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Just a year ago
I just re-read the e-mail I sent to myself and to my husband the night before I had surgery for breast cancer. My surgery was exactly a year ago tomorrow. After writing and sending that e-mail, I remember sending it off and then going to bed. In the morning I had to wake up quite…