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Robin Williams – Rest In Peace

Robin WilliamsI was acquainted with Robin Williams in the early 1980’s.  At the time I was married to a stand up comedian and they were colleagues, if you will.  In those days comics honed their craft at either The Comedy Store or The Improv in Hollywood.  It was a legendary group of funny folks that banded together over a common passion.

It was inordinately composed of men, although there were a few women, and these brave, young, talented individuals were cutting their teeth on stage for a mere pittance.  Usually $25 a set, which lasted 5 to 10 to 30 minutes depending on when they were booked in the week and in what order they performed.

The camaraderie amongst these comics was exemplary.  They’d stand in the parking lot, shooting the shit, talking about their auditions, what comedy clubs they were booked in throughout the country, riffing with one another about the events of the day, sometimes working out a bit with one another and even giving each other a joke or two to have and claim as theirs while they waited for their set or thereafter.

Robin Williams was often in that parking lot waiting for his time to go on stage.  He was fairly famous already due to his role on “Mork and Mindy” and he was there not for the money (obviously) or the fame.  He was there because he loved to perform and the audiences loved him.

One of the things that I found curious about him aside from his brilliance and his frenetic energy was that we’d be having a conversation and his answers to my questions, while funny, ended up following him onto the stage that same evening.  Was he trying out his material on me or was he answering spontaneously and then taking it with him to the spotlight?

I never knew the truth, or shall I say, his truth?

To lose another brilliant, talented, gifted performer is truly a loss for all of us.  It gives real meaning to the term, “tortured artist.”

I spoke this afternoon with a man that is very involved with the mental health community.  He is not a physician but he has personal experience with mental illness and is active in the education and support of those that are in need of such tools. 

He told me that, “suicide is 100% preventable.”  While I find that difficult to believe, he knows better than most.  He says that there are signs, there are messages and that there is an opportunity to help prevent someone from choosing a permanent solution to a temporary situation.

Something to ponder upon as we mourn Robin Williams passing.  #RobinWilliams

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I don’t care for outdoor cats!

I own a singloutdoor cate story home.  I have a vegetable garden.  I have neighbors who are outdoor cat owners.  I am the recipient of the outdoor cat antics and it makes me very unhappy.

Why does it matter, you might ask?  I’ll tell you why.  I have their markings on all of my sliding glass doors as well as the screens that go with them.  I always wondered how a spray of liquid would get on my outside windows.  I couldn’t understand where and how it got there until a friend of mine explained that it was a cat and its marking.

Marking MY territory, I might add!  MY home, not their home. 

And as for my vegetable garden, these same cats use it as their litter box.  They defecate in my organic vegetable garden.  Again, MY organic vegetable garden and there is their feces.

Adding insult to injury with these same nefarious neighborhood cats is the following story.  I fostered a kitty that had been rescued from an alley with 4 nursing babies that were 4 weeks old.   The mommy kitty stayed with a girlfriend while her litter continued to nurse.  They were then separated at 8 weeks and all 4 kitties were successfully adopted out.

The mommy kitty on the other hand was not so successful.  She was scrawny, engorged, and a sight for sore eyes.  I adopted her to help her regain her health, to give her a loving home while she recovered from the loss of her litter and the subsequent surgery to fix her.

She was my girl, even if just temporarily in my care, custody and control.  One evening I’m reading in my bedroom with my kitty in my lap and I suddenly hear this blood curdling scream – and I mean a scream, coming from my kitty.  Outside my bedroom sliding glass door was one of these rogue cats hissing at MY kitty in MY home!

My mommy kitty lost her bowels she was so frightened.  I chased that damn trespassing cat out of my yard and then had to deal with the fall out of the inadvertent bowel movement.

Mommy kitty has found a forever home and is safely ensconced in her new and luxurious lifestyle.  But today, as I was cleaning my outside patio, there are fresh markings.  Not only on the windows but also on my outdoor furniture and it won’t wash off!

I don’t approve of outdoor cats.  I don’t like being the object of their animal kingdom hierarchy. 

Why does social media not conform?

grammarI have a pet peeve. Proper grammar, punctuation, spelling and the use of full

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words. Why do we think that social media permits short cuts? Who’s versus whose for example. I cringe when I see it improperly used. “C” instead of see. “R” instead of are. “U” instead of you.

What is the big deal of taking the extra split second to make it the full and proper word?

And then there is the ignorance, which I’m convinced is a by-product of laziness and inattention. You’re versus your. Its versus it’s. I suppose one could say that it doesn’t really matter as long as the message is being properly conveyed – you get the point, don’t you?

Well yes, I suppose I do. But it is like nails on a chalkboard (oh my gosh, I bet there is an entire generation that doesn’t know what that sounds like, I am indeed dating myself) for me to read something that is grammatically improper. And that is probably because of my Catholic school education.

“Voyages in English” was our text book in grade school. We had to diagram sentences. Do they teach that any longer? And there were frequent spelling bees. Not to mention penmanship. Cursive writing. The nuns insisted on strict adherence to it all. I shall speculate that their lessons were so well learned that I cannot distance myself from them in spite of the ease of short cuts, especially with social media.

“C U l8r” takes as much time as “see you later” but it must give the sender a huge thrill to work around the English language? I realized recently that I am a comedy snob. Nothing worse than being around people who find themselves so humorous and the truth is that their comedy is pedestrian.

Now it appears that I am an English language snob. Use it properly, wisely, concisely, and appropriately. Generations from now, will we be judged differently because we were lazy with our communication?


We’re hoping you had a Happy 4th of July!

indexHere’s hoping that you were able to enjoy our holiday with family and friends and to honor and celebrate our country’s birth.  I was fortunate that my three sons were able to join me for most of the holiday weekend and we had a ball!  I feel so fortunate that my 20-something children are in the area and make themselves available for us to be together as a family.

My daughter, my youngest child, is living in another country since last month so that has been quite the adjustment for me, her mother because in her entire life, we’ve only ever been 60 minutes away from one another.  We were able to Skype and text over the holiday and she was quite homesick on the 4th because of what she was missing by being away from the United States.

Thank you for the honor of keeping our website alive and our podcasts listened to.  With much gratitude, Maria