Author Archives: Molly

Tweet Fall. The air is crisp, the apples are good again, and for me, it’s a liberation. I no longer need pedicures. Closed shoes, you know. This is both economically freeing and personally liberating, because a good pedicure costs more … Continue reading →

Tweet I am a victim of misinformation. I may not be a victim of misinformation. It could be that I am the victim of my own faith in what I see on the Internet. I could be a victim of … Continue reading →

Tweet I left Twitter and Facebook right after the last presidential election, at the beginning of the pandemic. Constant scrolling for “news,” all of which was bad, and reading what everyone else in the world was thinking, all of it … Continue reading →

Tweet My husband says that my television viewing consists of about 90 hours per week. I protested that statistic, until a friend and I were comparing what we are currently watching. I ticked off a list of the sorts of … Continue reading →

Tweet The photo above represents not just my cat, but something I almost never, ever do. You see, I am the sort of person that decides on a certain decor–a particular arrangement of the furniture and various accessories in my … Continue reading →

Tweet Writing a blog post every single week for over what? ten years–becomes harder as time goes by. I cast around for topics, and since nothing in the news is “good” any more, writing about current events gets repetitive. I … Continue reading →

Tweet I am taking a wheel pottery class. I am the worst student in the class. I actually made the above pot on the wheel, and if you have watched The Great Pottery Throw Down on HBO, you will readily acknowledge … Continue reading →

Tweet Hikers are stalwarts. They love terrain. Nothing thrills them more than putting on their stout shoes, spraying insect repellent all over, donning a knapsack, filling a water bottle/s, and heading out. I am not in this group. First off, … Continue reading →

Tweet The nasturtiums on the balcony are looking puny. The sweet potato vines are, too. I have dried all the hydrangeas that will fit in vases, and the August drought has set in. What an odd summer it has been. … Continue reading →