Rain in the rearview, sun in the front

May 18th, 2017, 6:36 PM by Goddess

Leaving the total gray sky and downpour behind in the rear view, literally …

And at the same time, seeing nothing but blue skies and no rain heading south. 

I took both photos within seconds of each other …

Only in Florida!

This country needs more culture. And intelligence. Starting with this county.

April 16th, 2017, 8:11 AM by Goddess

I am sitting in a hotel lobby in a county that went largely for Trump. They have Fox News on the teevee because they cater to these types, I guess.

I’m seeing coverage of the Tax Marches and am very proud of my fellow resistors. Forrest Trump is a proven liar and cheat, yet the people around me are quietly saying how dumb the marches are.

I had to move away from the TV because my blood was boiling at the on-air idiots going from pooh-poohing the marchers who want transparency to applauding Forrest Trump’s decision to hide White House visitor logs. Jesus Christ. Trumpy is off being a fake Christian at “his” church — he isn’t even watching his favorite propaganda station right now!

In any event, this triggered my memory. I was in a store yesterday and we could hear loud salsa music. Folks started chattering that there was a “Spanish event” on the next block. I said oh, cool, like a food festival or a parade? The girl in front of me said she wasn’t sure — she just saw folks setting up a bandstand.

And the cashier — THE CASHIER, representing the company — says, “Oh probably a revival or something.”

I blinked. “Um, what?!”

She must have thought I was in agreement. “Who knows what they do. Other than block traffic.”

Well, it’s on a back street and not either of the main parkways in this town. First of all. Second, that’s pretty freakin’ insensitive.

I’d call it racist. But it was clear the large black dude behind me in line was her boo. Since she was talking to him more than to any of us who were handing her money.

Oh and it wasn’t a revival. I took an hour to walk through. There were souvenirs and foods and services for people from Cuba, El Salvador, Peru, Argentina and more.

And any culture that puts pina coladas in pineapples is all right by me.

Revival of taste buds, maybe. 

The love of my life 

March 12th, 2017, 7:31 AM by Goddess

Is a city. 

One I left eight years ago this month. 

This WaPo love letter wasn’t by me. But it could have been.  

D.C. is one of the few places in America where a keen interest in civics isn’t mocked, it’s celebrated. You see that quirky passion when your friends cram into your rowhouse to watch debates and make a presidential bingo scorecard. You can sit down to a casual lunch and strike up a conversation about women in the military with the two-star general sitting next to you. For a girls’ night out, you might suggest lining up to listen to Madeleine Albright speak at a think tank. When your college friends reminisce about their days tailgating, you’ll remember when your friends celebrated decisions on the steps of the Supreme Court and election outcomes in Lafayette Square.

One year, one shirt, one less of a hot mess

January 24th, 2017, 10:25 AM by Goddess

525,600 minutes between these photos. And 36 pounds’ difference. 

My secret? Veggies. Walking. Hair falling out in clumps from anxiety.  Not that I had it to spare. 

I should be back to birth weight by this time next year. 

You didn’t come this far, to only come this far

January 15th, 2017, 10:22 AM by Goddess

I know I’m lucky. And that fortune is fragile. But I need that saying on a T-shirt STAT.