After all these months, the only thing they can agree on is that they can’t agree, so let’s apply for more credit cards to pay the increasing debt? Such a deal. There is nothing to celebrate.
I don’t get it. And frankly, you Washington idiots should have kept me out of the discussion because we all know that ignorance is bliss. When you all screwed up in the past, you were smart enough to keep us, the unsuspecting, uneducated, naive public, ...read more
Three people in the last week have asked me why I blog, so I thought I’d answer that question here. I am finding as I go through my day-to-day travels that more and more people are asking me about the blog and about blogging in general. I’m not sure why, but I get the feeling that those around me seem to have something to say, and they are trying to decide where to say it.
A few years ago, I read ...read more
I really want to think of myself as an organized person. I work hard at it. I took the Franklin Covey three-day course in using their planner, which frankly was a very long time to sit and learn how to fill in your calendar. I buy calendars and agendas yearly, and notebooks usually once a month. I buy them and start all over. Then I throw out the paper organizers and notebooks and move to Outlook. Then I move to ...read more
I don’t wish to sound bitter, especially on such a lovely summer day, but I’m getting more and more irritated by e-mail issues and I wanted to address some of these issues here. I’m sure you will now adjust your opinion of me and realize that, far from being the fab woman you thought I was, polite and filled with gratitude for the world at large, I am in truth constantly irritated by breaches of e-mail etiquette that seem to ...read more
I love movies, and I love blogging. In the few years I’ve been writing Freesia Lane, I’ve reviewed many movies and TV shows. When HBO and other distributors started to send me movies and invited me to blog about them, I thought, Wow, I’m a reviewer. Ok, not so much, but I do love movies, and I really do love thinking during and after about what made a movie work or not work from my very limited female dreamer’s point of ...read more
I am on the Cape for a good part of the summer, visiting with my mom and family and reconnecting with the summers of childhood that are imprinted so vividly on my memory. My mother’s family is from the Cape. They are Hinckleys (I guess I should say I’m a Hinckley too), and you all may remember from your history books that Thomas Hinckley was the first Governor of the Plymouth Colony. Yes, that Plymouth Colony. When I mention this, ...read more
It’s hard for a fifty-eight year old woman (that would be me) to sing the praises of a woman who renamed herself Lady Gaga and wraps herself in raw meat to go onstage and talk about being authentic. Before I got to know her music, I had a hard time considering the wearing of red meat on your body to be authentic. But I thought it might be a generational thing. I, like so many of my peers, thought of ...read more
Today is Oprah’s last show, and I hope you will all watch it, because Oprah is my friend.
Oprah went global two months after my fabulous daughter was born. I’m not sure when I started watching, but I’m pretty sure it was close to the beginning. At that time there was no such thing as TIVO, so I didn’t tape it. Let’s say I watched five times a month. I don’t remember any of those shows, but I do remember she ...read more
Woody Allen: Genius writer, director, and actor—or narcissistic distorter of reality? Both, would be my answer, and Midnight in Paris leans toward the genius side of him. The dialog, the cinematography, the casting, and the characters will all remind you of someone in your own life—or sadly, possibly yourself. It’s a trip all right, and one worth taking.
I think Woody Allen inserts the narrator (usually himself) into his films better than any writer in film today. You find yourself watching ...read more
Arnold, Arnold, Arnold. Really?
And as for the housekeeper/assistant—you couldn’t resign when you got pregnant? You had to stay in the household for ten more years? You had to provide Maria and the children with memories of yourself as an integral part of their personal lives, and all the while you were the mother to their husband’s/father’s child? Really?
This story is not a new one. In other countries, it’s not a deal-breaker the way it is in the US of A. ...read more
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