Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

163 India...

The river of desire has only one bank, once you throw yourself into it you can't swim for the other side.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Wednesday, May 17, 2017


...and then you find out your daughter has pierced her nipple....
I feel like such a prude, I am so bummed, I really am.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Hahaha! Dying heahhh!

When you find out that your daughters boyfriend, who thinks you are too controlling, has had the find  me blue dot on his phone ever since childhood so his mommy can find him at all times.......
He's 24....
Imagine knowing when your son is..oh...say, in a bar, or in the toilet, or even in bed with his girlfriend......
Imagine putting up with these hypocrites for three years....
And I am too controlling?!?! Hahahaha!

Friday, May 12, 2017

Meet Susie 'Shaw!

My rickshaw, and her driver, my dear friend, Ramesh.  
Dreams do come true in South India!

And now I just want to say hello to Jillie, and Tony, Michelle, Ian, Mark,
And all the rest of you blogger peeps!
Let's get creative!

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

Dreams come true in Hospet

Ever since my first ride, in the sweltering mefloquine induced reality that was to be my new favourite city, I have  dreamed of owning a rickshaw of my own. 
I am proud to announce, my rickshaw.....Susie.
Dreams often do come true. Thank you, my dear friend, Ramesh.

Feeling blessed.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

maybe its time we came back home?

So, Jillie Bean and Bryan and I were talking about how we missed the intimacy of the old blogging days. We thought about starting it up again. Personally, I could use a little less fbook bs, ads, political angst and memes that are so fucking stupid I fear for our humankind. I think Jillie, Bryan, Lori, Tony, Michelle, and...everyone else I have about we meet over here once a week or so to get real? Personally, I could complain for hours. I am so tired of pretending everything is ok. Come back home, my friends.
Why did I choose this photo? Not because Harvey died, but, because I am sad. I hate being old and lonely and I don't want "everyone" to know, but it's ok if you all know. You all, my bloggers.  I don't like to share sadness, but, I want to be real with you.
Come back! Just for US!