Another Mother’s Day

Every Mother’s Day I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until the annual demonstration of love and gratitude toward the woman who MADE you is over and done with.

Not so wordless Wednesday

How can you come that close?

The dead, the sick were so far away. Many of them in cities I once worked in or studied at, when I was young. I knew the threat was real, and so I stayed home like most of us did.

I get you (not) my Pretty!

I am in self-isolation and allow myself only one hour of news a day. Sadly it doesn’t take more than two minutes to be all confused.

Big news today! No more testing in New York and Los Angeles -the biggest cities in the U.S. by population. Only the healthcare personnel and first-responders are being tested -which I understand. Why we don’t have enough tests available to test everybody. That’s something I will never understand.

Cinderella -how it really was!

I guess you think you know this story.
You don’t. The real one’s much more gory.
The phony one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children happy.

Officially Great Again but…

The German International Broadcast company “DW” (Deutsche Welle/German Wave) made a hell of a documentary, which most of us will never see. And why would we? The truth stings a bit, it has the tendency to shed light on secrets we don’t want to have to deal with.

A man walks by with a baguette on his shoulder

The suffering of people, how hard it is to watch. A report of the starving children in Jemen, just a few days before Thanksgiving rattled me, a few days later our table was overflowing with food.