Marching (briefly) with Pride Supporters Last Friday night, the day before the big Saturday Pride March, I was walking to dinner...
Getting to the Beach, Young Feminists and The War on Women
Marching (briefly) with Pride Supporters Last Friday night, the day before the big Saturday Pride March, I was walking to dinner with my friend Lisa when we encountered a group of unofficial Pride marchers, undaunted by the [...]Pat Taub
Flowers in Memory of My Mother I belong to a progressive church in downtown Portland, which mercifully accepts my spiritual confusion. Last Sunday, in memory of my mother, I donated the altar flowers, purchased at the farmer’s market. They were exactly the kind of natural bouquet Jane would have loved. Garden Angels Update A few weeks ago [...]Pat Taub
“I’m not done with my transformation.” Alexandra Merrill, on the cusp of 80, quoting Stanley Kunitz in his poem, The Layers, which he wrote upon turning 90. Zanda, as she is called, embodies aging meaningfully. I’m proposing substituting “aging meaningfully” with the commonly used phrase “aging successfully,” [...]Pat Taub
Record Breaking Heat Wave Yesterday Portland set a record of 95 for May 19th. It was so hot I could barely move. It felt like the world might explode. A scary reminder of climate change! A Sad Anniversary Tomorrow is my ex-husband’s birthday. Marvin died a little over three years ago in a tragic drowning accident. We had a long history, [...]Pat Taub
“Short Takes” is my regular Friday post where I reflect on the past week, citing happenings of interest: a good read, social observations, and the like. Mother’s Day this Sunday: I attend a progressive inner-city church in downtown Portland led by a feminist minister. For our Mother’s Day service I will be among five women [...]Pat Taub
There’s nothing quite like the first time you hold a grandchild, experiencing the miracle of your son or daughter now having his or her own child. The baby looking back at you seems like a divine gift. And it is, but as time goes on and you settle into being a grandmother, the relationship gets more complicated. You watch your adult child [...]Pat Taub