Two years ago I fell into what I call my “happy place”—a volunteer teacher position working with newly incarcerated women in a Northeast prison. The experience has made me abandon an 18-year succession of nicely compensated jobs in non-profit fundraising. I know now that this is the work I was meant to…Continue
It was sometime in the fall of 1976, I’d guess, the day I stepped into an ornate elevator in Buffalo’s old federal court building. I was a cub reporter, roughly dispatched to report a story about which I knew next to nothing.
An older man wearing a tan trench coat got into the elevator behind me. I noticed his trench coat because I was wearing one too. Mine was…Continue
ContinueNicholas, don't you know about people this first and most crucial fact: every single one is, and is painfully every moment aware of it, still a child. To get beyond the age of about eight is not permitted to this primate—except in a very special way, which I'll try to…
As a post-script to my post "Breasts as Exemplary of all that is Love!" I offer this poignant epitaph that never made much of a splash in national news but definitely proves my former point.
"Heather Town, 32, of Venus, Florida, about 100 miles southeast of Tampa, died while trying to shelter her 3-year-old…Continue
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THE FOUR WALLS:
It was 1998 and I was a recently divorced man. After four years of being married (she was married for two of those years), I had to start a new life. During this first full year of being divorced, I was by myself. I had…Continue
“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