Friday notes of interest

Oprah Winfrey says, "This show has been my life. And I love it enough to know when it's time to say goodbye. Twenty-five years feels right in my bones and feels right in my spirit." Source

The question is raised, "Did U.S. make mistake in skipping vaccine additive?" Source

Testicles are not like peacock feathers. Source

'Helicopter-parents' are offered classes in how to 'de-overparent'. Source

Howling at the moon (New Moon midnight movie showings) commences. Source

And finally, a poem with a wolf in it because the New Moon movie release has me thinking about wolves of all sorts:


Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, By Richard Herman Eschke


Red Riding Hood
Annette Marie Hyder
From The Real Reason the Queen Hated Snow (and Other Stories)

Well honestly
of course I knew better than to talk
to the big bad wolf.
My mother warned me
all about his glamorous teeth
how fast he could run
and his stalking techniques.

But picture him
as a self-deprecating musician
flashing me a sob story
instead of his teeth
and being clever enough and then some
to lure me off the path
with his down-on-his-luck blues
knowing what I had in my basket
was his for the taking

but also knowing
it wouldn't taste half so sweet
if he couldn't deceive
it freely from me cozened out of my habit
of wariness fit for me so precisely
by my own mother's hands
and colored red for stop
red for ware
red for urgence and be aware.

A wolf in sheep's clothing
is an ill-suited dog
for a red hooded girl
but his shabby jeans and rumpled shirt
made me want to
clothe him in something better.
So I took off my habit
and let him in.