Recently I attended a “progressive dinner” in my condo building. It sounds like an avant-garde gathering of enlightened neighbors; it was not. It was a Caribbean-style meal,… Read more “The Perfusionist & Myself”
A Full Brita
I love the taste of cold, filtered water but not enough to ever fill up my Brita. The thing sits in my fridge, dry as can be,… Read more “A Full Brita “
Success
Today a social work colleague asked me how I find my community-based work with individuals experiencing chronic homelessness to be “sustainable.” The question was not about caseload… Read more “Success”
Peace by Piece
Exactly four weeks have passed since my second open and fifth lifetime heart surgery. Today was a damn good day. I slept in, got acupuncture and spent… Read more “Peace by Piece”
Pity Party, Table for One
I throw great parties. Everyone says so. My last murder mystery dinner party absolutely killed. My annual holiday sweater party makes attendees want to touch their elves… Read more “Pity Party, Table for One”
Scary, Scary Surgery
In 24 hours and 47 minutes (because I am counting), I will undergo my second open and fifth lifetime heart surgery. I will be wheeled away from… Read more “Scary, Scary Surgery”
an open heart hiatus
The Banshee is taking a short(ish) hiatus from writing to prepare for & recover from open heart surgery (part 2). I promise to finish all my half-written… Read more “an open heart hiatus”
Fare Thee Well, 2017
We have arrived at the time each year when the masses clamor for an end to the new ‘worst year ever.’ The year 2017 surreptitiously stole this… Read more “Fare Thee Well, 2017”
Plant Lady
Around my 27th birthday, I met a friend at a wine bar to celebrate. She arrived wearing exceptional earrings and holding an odd looking plant. I whispered… Read more “Plant Lady”
My Thanks Giving Is Perpetual
My past two months have been even worse than the Denver Broncos, like a Rumba zoomed over a pile of shit and tracked it to every last… Read more “My Thanks Giving Is Perpetual”