The other day I had to go into the office building from my safe shelter, so I strapped the homemade, home sewn mask over my face. Babushka sewed it for me, so of course it has flowers and is a bit girly. I would actually have preferred something bright red and angry looking or maybe... Continue Reading →
I keep calling the Gaslamp District the Gaslight District. Random. #DaughterOfANarcissist #WIP #UrsulaStuter_Author
Photo taken by Ursula in March 2018 This week is going to (and already has started off as) a tough week of memories as we approach the first year anniversary of unspeakable tragedy. There are so many people who impressed me forever with their bravery and resilience. I will acknowledge them here, whether they ever... Continue Reading →
"I can’t bear it. But I do. And I think wildly about the headlines to come. Paradise Lost. Paradise is burning." Josh Edelson / AFP / Getty I can't bear to look at it, but I look anyway. I can’t bear to feel it, but I feel it anyway. I can’t bear the thick grey... Continue Reading →
Happy Birthday U.S. Marine Corps. How fricking ironic. A few days ago, a Marine veteran was in the news. Not for a heroic act. He was probably a hell of a good marine, trained on tactics, how to shoot, how to kill. How to remain stone cold calm while snuffing out the lives of enemies,... Continue Reading →
This is a speech I gave at the Yountville Veterans Home on November 10, 2017, in observation of Veterans Day. Veterans Day Speech 2017 For 98 years, Americans have remembered those who served our country in uniform on the 11th of November – first as Armistice Day, and then, since 1954 as Veterans Day. In... Continue Reading →
The Bear View 