Season’s Bleatings
Every year around this time I start to feel really bad and I don’t know why.
Every year around this time I start to feel really bad and I don’t know why.
This week, theological scholar Dr. Diana Butler Bass explained the connection between Donald Trump’s recognition of Jerusalem by evangelical Christians and the “apocalypse.”
This is still Fiesta Season. That means noise here in Mexico. Day and night. The rockets are constant. And frankly, at six in the morning, it’s not a disturbance. It’s got to be the reason Quetzalcoatl never returned.
It should be said somewhere that the cascade of ugly stories about sexual harassment and assault against women these days can be associated with the ages-old portrayal of women’s status in any given society.
Remember when drugs were Bufferin, Ludens, Pepto Bismol and Geritol?
More mass murder in the United States. Here’s a take that is seldom considered.
My garden, a lovely house-front apron of flowering plants, shrubs and fruit trees, has been under siege by cutter ants, with no hope of a diplomatic settlement.