Halloween state of the nation (or nightmare)
Halloween is the strangest celebration, don’t you think? History has it that Halloween straddles the line between fall and winter, plenty and paucity, life and death.
October 30, 2016
Halloween is the strangest celebration, don’t you think? History has it that Halloween straddles the line between fall and winter, plenty and paucity, life and death.
It’s that time of the year when many of us troop to the memorial parks or columbariums to visit our departed loved ones.
In existence, I think one’s mother is, generally speaking, the strangest, most unpredictable and elusive person one meets.” —Marguerite Duras
My friend and I ordered a second cup of coffee—decaf, of course. We talked about the erratic weather, agreeing that climate change is real.
Lately my cell phone and I have been sleeping in separate rooms since it started taking, at all hours of the day or night and from all sorts of experts, every means and method of battling belly fat (the power breakfast that incinerates it), apart from other health tricks (a 10-second colon cleanse). All that vital information can wait; my sleep can’t.
Home again! God is good! As much as I have loved the last three-and-a-half months of travel, I have hungrily looked forward to sleeping in my own bed, among my own pillows, snuggled under my old worn comforter. Nothing and no one offers a better bienvenida.
She went on the anniversary of martial law to make doubly sure I don’t forget.
She was daughter, sibling, watchful older sis to six younger sisters also carrying the first name of Paula, wife, mother and friend to legions that cut across generations.
It was a nightmare at high noon when I arrived at McCarran International to check in for my Las Vegas-Vancouver flight.
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