Entries from June 2009

June 28, 2009

I yam what I yam

I passed a lovely afternoon hopping about art galleries, old bookstores, and the local market where today one of America’s oldest cooperative art galleries was featured. It was quite sublime- the beautiful yellow squash, fresh greens, gorgeous peaches, and art everywhere. A veritable feast for the eyes.
As  I wandered enjoying the art and chatting with [...]

June 27, 2009

Fruit gone bad

He might want to consider looking at the families of those beaten or shot or detained,” Obama said. “That’s where Mr. Ahmadinejad and others need to answer their questions.”
That’s my President, speaking yesterday at the White House at a joint press conference with German Chancellor Angela Merkel.
I’ve been told that I’m comparing  apples and oranges, but [...]

June 26, 2009

The supreme court and my momma

My mother always told us that if we got in trouble at school, a la a paddling, we should expect that upon return home we would get more of the same.  I don’t recall any of us getting paddled at school, and frankly only few times was corporal punishment meted out at home.  However, we got [...]

June 20, 2009

On the streets where we live

I’ve been following the news out of Iran rather intensely the past few days. I found  myself searching out information from as wide a variety of sources as possible, sorting through the reporting, the blogging, the “twittering”, in an effort to get some sort of grasp as to what we are witnessing. Is this a [...]

June 4, 2009

Silence

1989
I was almost finished with graduate school, working  a part-time job that I loved, doing a full-time internship, commuting 3 hours to Athens for classes, and exhausted most of the time. Ex and I were dating full throttle yet still a year away from the end of grad school and med school and decisons about [...]

June 2, 2009

Telling tales

If you are a parent you’ll recognize this one:
You aren’t in trouble for doing x,y,z. You are in trouble for lying to me about it.
For a myriad of different reasons we utter these words to our children, with a straight face , while they stare back at us as if we’ve grown a second head. [...]