Shipwrecked & Comatose

When we die, we become the grass and the antelope eat us -Mufasa in The Lion King This weekend was my great aunt Anita's (aka Auntie Nini) funeral.  Her death was a sad occasion, especially since she was the last surviving member of my grandmother's generation.  On the happier side she was much beloved and lived a very long and productive life.  Her funeral was lovely and well-attended.  I utterly loved the eulogy my cousin Karen gave her, not just because she paid a lovely tribute, but because she stood there in a Catholic church and referred to her partner Jackie without apology.  Way to stick it to the stupid old men! When we drove to the grave site my mother informed me Anita would be buried in the communal mausoleum rather than in a burial plot.  She explained that this was because Anita's husband, my grandmother's brother Frank, did not want to be buried in the ground when he died. (I missed Frank's funeral as I was away at school when he died and no one

I've always been a great admirer of personal style blogs. I love seeing how people put together their outfits and make a statement. I want to be one of those people. I really do. I do enjoy clothes and dressing up and putting outfits together. I would love to show off the my favorite outfits. I do have a few problems though. There is a good reason why I will never be able to make a blog just about personal style. I'll start by saying I'm a terrible shopper. I do enjoy shopping. I enjoy finding that one perfect piece of clothing. I sometimes find that the impulse buys, the ones others think I spend too much money on, the ones I find I can't resist, are the clothes and shoes I end up loving the most. I rarely ever regret a special purchase. That being said, when it comes to going out on a shopping mission with the intention of trying to achieve certain looks, I always seem to fail. I will go out to the stores knowing exactly what looks I have in mind, but I never

Do the world a favor and please keep your Jesus out of my health matters. I understand there is a passage in the Bible about being fruitful and multiplying, but that passage also came from a time when infant mortatlity was high and multiple children were necessary to help do the work needed for a family to survive.  Authors weren't taking into account that the population of this planet would one day be 7 billion.  Let's face it, the very sexist authors of the Bible also enjoyed the idea that childbirth is something that should make women suffer. The stupid old men who control the Catholic Church (and the stupid young men who follow them) will never know what it's like to have children.   Despite this, they seem to think they know best when it comes to a woman's health.  Organizations run by Catholic Church seem to think it's fine to allow their insurance companies to deny women access to birth control, even though the employees may not practice a religion that b