Well, unlike Steve, who is dressing up like a leprechaun today, I’m wearing a more “conservative” Halloween outfit today: your basic black. They say that black is slimming. I looked for the blackest black I own. So, Herman the skull made his annual appearance. This year, aside from an all-black outfit, I grabbed my black and orange shoes. Seemed appropriate.
I’m not sure if one wishes others a “happy” Halloween—maybe a horrifying one is more apropos? At any rate, these images have come through my RSS aggregator over the past week. They are truely frightening; so, I thought I would share. I’m just sweet that way.
o celebrate this season in Christian faith, let’s pause to remember who Jesus of Nazareth actually was. I quote from Michael Schulson’s interview with Reza Aslan in Salon magazine: The real Jesus, the historical Jesus, the Middle Eastern Jew who advocated for the poor, whose politics were adamantly, I would even say violently, against the wealthy, is a […]
Loved it. Laughed out loud. Everyone has been there!* * Yes, I’m a week late, but I’m getting caught up on blogsy things today!
I really like living in Sausalito. It’s the smallest town I’ve ever lived in (between 6,000 and 7,000 residents); yet, I feel as though I live in a big city with San Francisco just across the bridge. And then there is the Marin Headlands in the back yard… But I was recently reminded that I […]
Look carefully at my Solstice Gnome. Who does he look like that’s been in the news for his prejudiced remarks lately? The holiday season wouldn’t be complete without my commenting on some of the ignorant remarks given national attention this year, during this year’s horrific “War on Christmas.” Jesus is white? (Riiiiiiight!! And the manger […]
A time lapse of Steve cooking Thanksgiving Day lunch: ham, squash casserole, and sweet potato casserole. Yum! (Since his birthday was the next day, I used a vintage look. [EG] )
A extraordinary chance encounter with the human spirit … On Sunday we took my cousin to see the Golden Gate Bridge from the south tower. As we parked and exited the car, heading toward the cliff-side bluffs, a former battery, to view the bridge, I noticed an elderly, white-haired man walking ahead of me. He […]
(from the Irish in me…)