It sits there, taunting me and every so often, I take it up on its challenge. Sadly, I always lose. The piano is the victor and I admit defeat, daily.
Like so many kids, I took piano lessons from an early age. Pre-kindergarten, if I recall correctly. My father was a big music person; he had also played the piano, and had a love of the violin, which he played throughout my childhood.
Music lessons and appreciation for the classics were expected. Accordingly, my two older brothers and I were introduced to weekend trips to the local conservatory for our…
Space. The final frontier.
These are the voyages of those of us who have longed for space and have fallen short of their desires. These are the words of a woman who is yearning space and time. My lifelong mission to explore strange new emotions, to seek out my true purpose and to boldly go where I had never thought I could go before.
Space — the final frontier, the thing one desperately needs in order to realize their raison d’etre has been missing in recent times.
Some pains continue, despite our best efforts to bandage them.
Sometimes we hope that the old adage, “time heals all wounds” would come true but know that it most likely won’t. We’ve lived long enough and we’re jaded enough to realize that time has passed and here we are, still in pain. But yet hope springs eternal, and we often remain optimistic in the face of both reality and previous experience that tells us that nothing is going to change. What’s life without hope, after all?
I wrote about the very real and continuing saga of something as innocuous as…
“Turn off your mike! We can hear you!”
“Can you mute your mike, please?”
“Someone’s got their mike on. Whoever it is, can you turn it off? It’s the little icon that looks like a microphone. Just click on it and you’ll be muted. Thanks.”
Do any of these comments sound familiar?
If the answer is “yes,” you’re not alone.
Since videoconferencing became the norm, and “Zooming” became a verb, “work” as we once knew it has changed forever. COVID-19 made sure that we were working from home, staying safe and connecting with our friends, family members and colleagues as…
I’ve gotten into a habit of asking random questions on my Facebook page. No real rhyme or reason to them, and no expectation of any revelations in the responses. This has all come about since COVID-19 has made a majority of us housebound and bored out of our minds. I guarantee that social media usage has increased considerably since March, 2020.
Anyway, on a recent day, the question was about online shopping. With all of us being at home day in and day out, and many of our shopping locales closed, boredom is to be expected. Those of us who…
If you grew up in another era, you’d be well aware of the “canceled” folks of yore. Hester Prynne. Galileo. Heck, even Caesar was ultimately cancelled by his once-close friend. For more recent discussion topics, just look no further than the hysteria of the McCarthy era when being labeled a communist would have given you a mark that would impress even the likes of Ms. Prynne.
Et Tu, Brute?
You’re in your sweats and haven’t hit the shower yet.
Makeup? Not this morning.
And yet, there it is — ringing constantly. Your iPhone. FaceTime. Your presence is requested.
Back in the day, it was the unexpected drop-in that was unwelcome and feared. In today’s digital world, it’s the unsolicited video call.
Choose your poison: FaceTime, Zoom, Skype — they’re all the same. These virtual intrusions into the most intimate of spaces — our homes — are now the norm, not the exception. …
We hear about it all the time.
Certain countries have adopted a four-day workweek and are apparently better for it. Iceland is thriving with the long weekend that its citizens get to enjoy on a regular basis. Those living in Spain and New Zealand are also kicking back for three days at the end of the week after toiling for a mere four days. It’s no surprise then, that the rest of us want in on the action. Who wouldn’t want to have another day to do those things that are currently packed into two?
Running in the rat race…
On a recent and mundane Saturday afternoon, I found myself in a well-known, big box home improvement store scanning the aisles. This jaunt was a well-needed escape into a fantasy world where the promise of a lovely new and stylish home beckoned. Ah, the possibilities that could result from those 2" X 6" deck boards or the marble countertop options that beckoned from Aisle 9.
Of course there was supposedly something to be bought for the house (a fair excuse for entering said store), and I was keen to languish in the aisles, checking out each and every little thing.