Archive for March 2012

In praise of broccoli

Why–pray tell–disparage the winter green, broccoli? What Republican prejudice does the SCOTUS and former President Poppy Bush evidence, in deriding this most delicious of vegetable? Ah for that adolescent who once lived in our home–who’d complain, yes complain if I hadn’t made broccoli in the last 10 days or so. “Mom, can you get some... Read more »

Green City Dwellers versus Gas Guzzling Suburbs

Green Metropolis—Why Living Smaller, Living Closer, and Driving Less are the Keys to Sustainability, is a title on steroids for David Owen’s counter-intuitive proposition that city dwellers are more environmentally benign than those living in suburbia and exurbia. Congested cities more environmentally benign than the bucolic countryside? Blasphemy, I hear my country-living,Walden Pondloving siblings as... Read more »

What a waste of money

It happened this week. I ran out of the ubiquitous plastic shopping bags that I had carried home from the grocery stores for years. Why? Easy, as I realized with a surprise. I had started doing most of my shopping at Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods–who encourage their shoppers to bring their own reusable bags... Read more »

The Bang Bang Channel

Given the pseudo-religiosity of some today, I wouldn’t be surprised by a GOD Channel. But in the UK? Truly? Yes, that did surprise me. What I would expect in the USA in addition to The GOD Channel would be, The Gun Channel, sponsored by the NRA. Imagine a “Hints from Harry” who could tell how... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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