Potluck (no Jello!)

Single stories on a topic.

  • Religion 108

    This is my kindergarten picture. When I think of myself as a college freshman, this is what I see – a little girl. I was so excited to be in college. Our parents started saving when we were very young. Their dream was that finances would not determine where we went to school, as it Read more

  • What if you’ve been given bad intel? 1. The image you see in the mirror is not you. It’s only a quick reflection of your densest energy layer: your physical body. Even if you said, “I understand that it isn’t a reflection of my whole self, but it is how I look”, I would challenge Read more

  • Bees

    There’s a sign at this location indicating that this is a planned bee habitat. Bees are facing particular head winds in our area and their numbers are declining. So, a group took the time to find a space where bees would thrive. They augmented it with plants bees particularly like, so they could be their Read more

  • White Frosting

    Sweet, spreadable, “supreme” white frosting straight culture. Mine, in many ways, not mine in others. I wish it could/would stay in its can. Let the other frostings cover some cake, too. And when it’s a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, be okay that it’s not your cake. You don’t have to run over and applaud Read more

  • Pride

    The LGBTQ+ community might be the only group on the planet to look at a vivid, rainbow striped flag and think, “You know, what this flag needs is more colors! Let’s add some.” While we’re at it, the design is a little repetitious: stripe after stripe after stripe. How predictable. Let’s do this: add four Read more

  • Witchy-Poo

    We had a well-equipped playground at the end of our street. Well equipped with apparatus made out of metal and not weather-resistant, splinter-prone wood. We played a wild game of playground equipment tag called “witchy-poo.” The rule was you were safe if on a piece of equipment with your feet off the ground. The “it” Read more

  • I grew up in a small town. How small was it? We had to employ ghosts to have enough runners on the base paths. If we had four kids, that was enough for a ballgame. A pitcher and fielder and a batter and catcher. (Teams supplied their own catcher.) Six was the most common and Read more

  • Ghost Story 1

    Not only did we believe in ghosts as kids, we played with them. They ran the bases for us in our 2-2 or 3-3 baseball games in Bovina. In Iowa , when the cousins played tag at our grandparents’ farm, the “it” kid was the ghost. The four oldest cousins on my mom’s side are Read more

  • Fight or Flee

    Pull your red, white and blue socks up Americans! We’ve got work to do. And, for the love of George, Thomas, Abe, Eleanor, Clara, Dorothea, Harriet, Sacajawea, Martin, the named and unnamed of history, or whomever your own historical mentor is, stop whining! Good grief! “The Supreme Court decided “X”; I’m no longer proud of Read more

  • Some of you might remember that in 2019, I created and ran a program called, “Bucks for Butts”, which paid people to pick up cigarette butts for cash. (My targeted group of workers were the homeless, but it could be anyone.) I sometimes miss those days when I thought I could make a lasting difference Read more