Red

“I mean, there are so many people.” – Ted Bundy. We listened to several Holocaust survivors. One man told about his brother, and the terrible way he had lost him, and that was the one that got me. Strange, I don’t remember the story. I could still cry at the memory, though, just at remembering […]

Snakes & Ladders

I think it was too much yoga. After I read the lesson, I accidentally bowed to the congregation instead of the altar. You get done with yoga, you bow. I usually bow at my laptop, since that’s where my yoga instruction is coming from. No one at church seemed to notice that I had bowed […]

Booked

I can hardly concentrate enough to read while I’m waiting. The hardest part is walking down the tunnel. The second hardest part is hearing the door shut. The third hardest part is right before that, when I’m sitting in the waiting area at the airport. I thought my brain was going to pop out of […]

Here, There

A new gallery opened last night in what they are calling the Stockyards District. Bill Brady is showing artists from here, there (New York) and everywhere (LA), and word on the street (in the Star) is that the space “rival[s] many in New York.” Whatever that means. When they pull out pistols, of course Kansas […]