Quentin Tarantino and Me

 Today, I did something I’ve thought about for a long time. I took the Meyers Briggs personality test. Overall, I’m happy with the results, though it was spooky how right they were about aspects of my personality. Friendly, diplomatic, intuitive and feeling, with 65% assertiveness, and 35% turbulence. I sound like bad weather. But howContinue reading “Quentin Tarantino and Me”

It’s Not Just You, Pepe, it’s Me

 Dear Pepe Le Pew, I had a conversation with my daughter this morning that helped put things in perspective. In her delicate way, Hilary pointed out that I seem to be having a few anger issues. Every time we talk, I give her an earful about whatever is ticking me off at the moment. I’mContinue reading “It’s Not Just You, Pepe, it’s Me”

Wherefore Art Thou, Babe?

 I never thought young adult fiction (or YA as it’s known in the biz) was a thing before the sixties. Back in the day, books were just books. It didn’t matter if the protagonist was just fifteen, like Jo from Little Women.  Now, bookstores and libraries have separate sections for teen fiction. It’s too bad,Continue reading “Wherefore Art Thou, Babe?”

Christmas in the Bipolar Vortex

For my parents and grandparents, there’ve been some tough Christmases. Two world wars with food rationing meant mystery meat and no sugar for pies. All those boys leaving the country. Many not returning. There was much anxiety over the future. How would things turn out? Would we still be us, or would future generations beContinue reading “Christmas in the Bipolar Vortex”