Mary Beth Writes


Words nominated for the letter H were: Hairy, Heaven, and Humor. Let’s start with Hairy and then let it morph into Hair.


Our 4-year-old Madison grandkid goes to 4K classes which do not meet on Mondays. My son and his wife often work from home but imagine how easy it is to run the Monday morning zoom meeting for your work team while someone who small and not patient needs to lisp urgently to you right now.

Occasionally we go there to help. I’d intended to go alone yesterday but by Sunday evening the Monday weather forecast was “Rain like the Hounds of Hell.” I asked Len if he’d drive (losing his day home alone). He said yup. (What a guy.)

Hairy is for the drive to Madison. The rains were so torrential that we, veterans of TWO hurricanes, recognized the signature “bands of rain.” It would rain so hard water would sheet off the windshield. Then it would slow down a bit and we’d think we were through the worst of it. Then another band would come along.

Len drove the speed limit and, unprecedentedly, only changed lanes once the entire trip. He even let me hold his coffee cup most of the time. White knuckled Len is rare. 

That was Hairy.

(The rainstorm stopped midmorning and the drive home was easy.)


While we are at H words – let’s talk Happy. This discovery was total serendipity but I’m here to share that an old deck of cards and kid scissors became a Happiness Activity. A kid can hold a card in one hand and it is stiff enough to cut while also being thin enough to provide no resistance. This kept Miss Munchkin happy for hours.

Whether we want this to be true or not, our hair is the flag we fly.

Forget The Red Wedding. I personally think one of the most terrifying scenes in modern cinema is the part in My Big Fat Greek Wedding where the families meet for the first time. Her family has gone nutso cooking, baking, and roasting a ginormous feast. They’ve decorated their already rococo house. Everyone is dressed up; the ladies have huge hair, loud voices, and big hearts.

Ian’s mom and dad show up with a Bundt cake.

The terror is 1.) Chocolate marble Bundt cake is one of my show-off desserts. 2.) Ian’s mom’s hair is flyaway, nebulously light brown/dark blond, and cut in a humdrum bob. Just like mine.  

I am not the flamboyant and voluble mom. I’m the one with a barrette keeping my hair out of my eyes, who knows all the words to some lovely older hymns, and who feels awkward in crowds. My hair flies this flag.

You’ve seen those social media videos where a barber cuts the hair of guys who are homeless; they go from disreputable to nice looking just that fast. Tidy, normal haircuts can disguise a lot.

In high school, how much time did you spend trying to make your hair look like something it didn’t want to look like? How many hours of your young life did you spend with pink foam curlers or those black brush ones that tattooed your scalp as you slept? Remember when we Dippity Do-ed and Dippity Didn’t? 

It isn’t that we have to have fabulous hair, but that no matter what our hair looks like, it says a great deal about us.

Bald men are saying they don’t have hair, or don’t want to deal with it, and they don’t care.

Bald women, perhaps more powerfully, are saying they gave up trying to appear a way their hair growth can’t sustain. Stress, DNA, chemotherapy, and other medications can change women’s looks. It’s a strong woman who can give up the struggle to blend in.

This is Congreewoman Ayanna Pressley of Massachusetts.

Some show off their wealth of money and time via fancy hair.

This is a modern representaiton of Marie Antoinette who really did go to a party wearing a model ship in her hairdo. 

There are folks with simple and unprecise hair because they are too busy, not interested, they are active in sports and activities, or they spends much of their day caring of others while trying to find time to sleep.

Some men have profoundly perfect hair. If they are gay, we celebrate variety. If they are straight, we pay a little extra attention to what’s going on here. There are women who get only windswept at a modeling shoot.

Many women emerged from Covid lockdown with silver hair and marveled we didn’t even know we were this beautiful.

Clues and indications we note without noting that we note: The color of our hair. The tidy cut or rambling lengths. People who obsess. People who comb it a couple times a day but then forget it. People (Hi, Len) who if they didn’t have partner would take their morning shower and then forget to comb their hair which can become a startled woodland animal look really fast.

So many of us remember when how our hair looked was important. When we judged others for not being up to our standards. When we assumed women wearing a wimple was intimidating and pious, but women in hajib were too “foreign” to accept.

Hair reminds us how far we’ve come when we think we haven’t come far at all.

A few years ago I read Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. This Nigerian author begins her amazing and award-winning novel in a beauty salon in Trenton, New Jersey where the protagonist is getting her hair braided. One of the questions of her story is what women do with their hair can be a way of claiming, separating from, or returning to one’s roots and culture.

There are a lot of messages about what we should do with our hair.

It might be more interesting to look at the hair we already have, and see what it tells us about who we are now. If we are pleased with the message, cool. If not, maybe it’s time to try a different flag.




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Be a (bit of a) Scientist This Summer!


This is an updated rerun of a story I posted last spring.

This is about Stream Monitoring and How to Do It. You don’t have to be a man to do this, but many are and that’s as close to the obvious joke as I’m going to go.

Len and his volunteer pal Tom enjoy this volunteer gig a lot. Once each month in the summer they go to the same stretch of the same stream to check water quality and to discover what creatures are lurking in the water and muck.  

A-Z Ice Cream & Marco Polo

DQ will never look the same. This photo is of a patio where one eats their gelato, somewhere in Italy. 



What is the thing most people spend a great deal of time, energy, and money keeping off our necks and out of our homes?

Chilly air

What is ice cream?

Chilly air with sugar.



We are working our way through an Alphabet of Topics and we are currently considering the letter I. Two days ago, I wrote about Idiosyncrasies. Today is Igloo. Next up is Ice Cream.

So here we are again with nervous banks and a jumpy stock market and we “commoners” quietly peruse how many bags of beans we have in the pantry. I hope by the time I finish and post this the news is more stable, but I doubt it. “May you live in interesting times.” Right?

You know what I learned while researching igloos?

I is for Idiosyncrasy - "I'm not goofy. You are..."

3/14/2023  (Happy Pi Day)

Idiosyncrasies are like cave drawings; enigmatic clues that say once upon a time something happened here. A story unfolded. Someone tried to solve a problem. The solution worked, or at least it kept the person comfortable or comforted long enough for the idiosyncratic habit to form.

A-Z Humor Me

Humor 3/8/2023

I heard this joke in a sermon in 1974. I heard that highly revered minister preach at least a hundred sermons and this is the ONLY thing I remember him saying.  

A guy loses his job and is desperate for a new one with which to support his precious family. Nothing turns up until one day the newspaper Help Wanted Ads (so now you know how old this jokes really is) says the zoo has an opening. Guy applies. The HR person looks worried and then says the zoo changed its mind, the job is too demeaning. Guy says he’s desperate, will take anything.

A-Z Heaven ...


First of all, you should realize that tomorrow is March 4th which is the only date of the year which tells you what to do. Hah.

This week I was amazed by this map/representation of the process of the creation of a new star. A year ago, there were no visuals of this process. What you are looking at is cutting-edge stuff observed and collaborated by 90 astronomers worldwide.

That + in the middle is the new star that right now is bigger than our sun. We know it’s young and new because it’s growing.

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