“Take part or get taken apart”.
Great slogan and I agree from a different perspective with the sentiment from former senator and co-chair of the National Commission on Fiscal Responsibility and Reform, Alan Simpson and the so called non-partisan (but backed by big money), The Can Kicks back campaign; in…Continue
Photos, video and cited Wikipedia cribbed notes are not mine, all narrative…Continue
John and Jennifer: Picture date - 2001
The year was 2001. As a divorced single father raising my 3 children, I worked in an all male unit in the military. Work began for me at 4:30 am when the alarm went off for me to…Continue
I lived in a boarding house, The Chalet, in Berkeley, in 1961. There were 30 girls crammed into an old three story house with one bathroom! I didn't have all that much in common with my roommates; one was a bible thumper and the other a girl from a small town who had been a big fish in a small pond, and was having trouble adjusting to a large pond. I was a freshman, the term first year student, not having been invented yet.
And then I got lucky. A very sophisticated sophomore from…Continue
I don’t fit anyone’s political platform. If you can label me, more power to you. I try to write on many things. I often find it hard to convey a complete thought when writing, so it takes me a long time to write things; If you dont understand something I write please ask me to clarify and I will do…Continue
With only a little more display of psychopathology the DMV renewed my license in the end. I was down there as instructed by 8:30 Monday morning and sat outside the closed office alone until I was joined by a Korean War veteran who said this was the seventh time he had been down here to take care of some simple routine piece of business. “There’s a woman who comes up here sometimes from Montrose and boy, is she mean,” he said... “She makes no secret of the fact she resents having to…Continue
Ten years crept by between the time I graduated from high school and entered college. When I finally decided to go, it was after the end of a long and shaky relationship that terminated when I began to grow up enough to realize that my life wasn’t going to get any better unless I did something. This included ending the marriage and starting school.
At 28 I still didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I didn’t realize then that I might never know, exactly. I…Continue
My emotions have been running the gamut since my mother passed away on November 11. I can go from feeling perfectly happy to anger and feeling just down-right morose in a matter of seconds. Granted, I have always had the ability to be a little moody, but this – this I don’t seem to have any control over. Emotions seem to come and go in the blink of an eye. I’m aware of the whole grief thing, and I believe I expect way too much of myself sometimes. I’m trying to just allow myself to feel…Continue
I’m torn as are many I’d guess, in my thoughts on the actions the night of Nov 27th of San Francisco photographer Sonya Yu, though I’m sure there are those with a firm stance one way or the other on Yu’s right to shower a thief with pepper spray and orange paint then threaten him with a bokken (as if the story needed a wooden Samurai sword mixed in to insure hilarity) . …Continue
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,
and have not breasts, and though I have the gift of
prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge;
MAY 7, 2009 I wrote the following:
The war of terror
The wedding of the young couple in the mountain vale between Pakistan and Afghanistan. The band started playing and the people dancing. The drone coming from the sky. The missile from the drone. The newly wed couple and all their friends killed. The village leader wrote on his diary: 'Americans again killed fifty people'.…Continue
I don’t know how it happened or why. All I did was bend down and unclip Max’s chain from his collar. I didn’t feel anything pop, but apparently it dang sure did. I’ve got a pain in my lower back that literally shuts me down. If I’m sitting or laying down it is pure misery to stand up. If I’m standing up it’s a chore to sit down. Now, once I’m either standing or sitting, the world is good. However, movement to change my status hurts like the dickens. Now, I know I will live through…Continue
The sidewalk was still wet from the rain when I stepped out of the cab. As I paid the fare at the open trunk, she crossed quickly behind me and the cabby said "check out those legs!". By the time I turned I could only notice her shoulder length brunette hair as she blended into the stream of passengers filing through the doorway into the airport. But her sweet perfume lingered in the air after she…
By Forest Greene
Here's a preview of thought-provoking (I hope) ideas for articles to appear in forthcoming issues of Forest Greene, the magazine of sustainable culture:
The Selective Luddite
The Gated Soul -- Life in the Outer Suburbs…Continue
Skyping with a friend. She is depressed . She has been on a good run, mentally and spiritually for a while. She often forgets she gets depressed, as that is "the old her" and she is thinking in new ways.
I am encouraging her to enjoy the situation while she can, take it as a growth moment. She has been surprised at the level of down she is feeling, but I am not. I don't forget her depressions and moods swings. I think friends do that, mark our high and low tides in a secret…Continue
I understand I’m not the first child to have buried both of their parents; it’s just that this is the first Holiday in which this is the reality for me. My father passed in July of 2010, and I buried my mother 5 days ago. The realization of what this means has finally come home to roost in my head and in my heart.
I’m basically an orphan; for that is what a child is who has no parents. For whatever reason, no matter your age; when your parents are no longer with you – you are an…Continue
I just spent a week in the bosom of my family – not by choice – but because my mother passed away suddenly and I went home to honor her memory and lay her to rest beside her Mother and Father.
To be clear – most of my family has no idea who I am. I left the place of my birth and the people with whom I share a blood connection over 30 years ago, and most of them don’t understand why I left or why on earth I haven’t returned! In their minds-eye I’m whatever age they remember me being…Continue