In a world where everything seems so deadly serious, we desperately need a little levity, a little hope, a little lightness of spirit.
“Slacks” are still labeled for the pants’ section of the Salvation Army Thrift Store. Slacks.
Wear your bathing suit and pack your Superman towel and get out of Dodge, escape from a world of Covid and politics and move into a place where cities look small, where clouds are within reach, where the 17 year old girls in the backseat of the Cessna dance to Tik Tok and eat Pringles.
Today I muse joyfully on sibling shorthand, on those phrases recognized by those who once shared a household, those brothers and sisters who need no explanation, who get it from the start.
Years ago I was driving in Paris….wait, what a fun sentence to write, let me say that again, “Years ago I was driving in Paris.”
Years ago, Saturday Night Live did a skit called, “Bad Idea Jeans.” In it, characters wore jeans labeled, “Bad Idea Jeans” and for the commercial parody, suggested ideas that, of course, were bad ideas.
Earlier this week I learned my school will be going back in full, in person, in a pandemic.
My first cup of tea every day is magic. Made with Barry’s Black Irish Tea and topped with skim milk, every morning’s first sip is a miracle, magic.
Sometimes when I cannot sleep, I imagine I am on a talk show getting interviewed.
In very large Irish Catholic families, the older brothers and sisters are often like the spices I have in my cabinet; I know cardamom and nutmeg are there but I don’t often think of them, rarely use them.