I am sad to report that my friend and housemate of 14 years, Friday June the Sixth, has died.   I’m sad, too. Ditto.   He was the world’s sweetest cat. And the world’s best snuggler. 100% true, Lily and 9, and I’m sure anyone who met him would agree. But his life...

It’s been pretty crazy around here, me bouncing like a pinball between performance obligations and overseeing Friday’s end of life experience. Perhaps a performance report is in order?   Oh good, a theatre review! Can I write that part?   Please, Lily. This...

This week is all about transitions, as both a noun (the process or a period of changing from one state to another) and as a verb (to undergo or cause to undergo the process or period of transition).   First up, transitions in the form of a verb. Why? Because my...

9 is in the fourth grade, Mrs. Morton’s class, with twenty-some other kids.   There’s Zoe, she’s my best friend, and Ron, that icky boy who sits behind me and glues my craft scissors together, and Jeri who’s always getting in trouble for talking too much. Mrs....

This week, a cautionary tale: a re-post of Blog 83 from October 14, 2016, VISA and the Man. Lily and 9 send their regrets and will return soon!   I was in my employer’s break room, reading an article about women in public accounting in a trade magazine. According...

I know, I know. How can I write a blog without Lily and 9? But I really need to excuse them today because the topic is women’s health. True, they are both female and will actively ponder women’s health for about eighty percent of their lives. But that time is not now....