"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017


"Anger is the elephant in the room. We give it many different names, and dress it up in different issues, which can all feel righteous one way or another. It’s still just anger. Coming along with it is plenty of the usual (or excess) guilt, which is just resentment directed inwardly. Said another way, guilt is a form of repressed rage directed at oneself. It has nothing to do with the alleged thing about which one feels guilty; that’s a ruse." — Eric Francis, It's Gonna Get Stranger