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
Twas the night of Black Friday, and all through the towns
Eager shoppers had hunted for the best bargains around.
They showed up in droves, stood in line before dawn,
To ensure they got the deals before they were gone.
When the doors opened, they pushed and they shoved.
They had to get perfect gifts for the ones that they loved.
It didn’t matter how much money they spent,
The look on their faces would be worth years of…Continue
I believe they were referring to me as Eywa, in that very loud and colorful film. I was intrigued by the biological neural network at the very heart of the fictional moon. It was actually…Continue
Marilyn Monroe is still remembered and still known, fifty years after her death? Why? How come even young 18 year olds think they know her? It is because she created a myth of what the ultimate Aphrodite Woman could be. She…Continue
Last Spring it was incredibly warm. I'm not talking about 40 degree heat after having had light snow fall and everyone starts putting shorts on. It was nearly 80 degrees. This particular month was the warmest on record. In fact, in April the temp went back to normal.
I walked into…Continue
It’s birthday week at the Lindau’s. From the 11th to the 20th we will celebrate my sister’s, son’s, mother-in-law’s and husband’s special day. Whew! There will be many presents purchased, cakes baked and photographs taken. We are going to celebrate!
Where in the heck did birthday cakes come from anyway? After FSOG (five seconds on Google), I had my answer. Thank you…Continue
I promised a former classmate that I would write an essay about my experience of high school. We both attended the former Seacrest High School, now Delray Atlantic, in South Florida. This was mainly a school fror middle and upper class kids, at least I perceived it that way. Everything I say here is my subjective impression, after 50 years.
I did not fall into the middle-upper category, at least that was not my experience…Continue
The Time Has Come
Some of you may have noticed that I talk a lot. You may also have noticed that I have a tendency to wear a topic into the ground at times. What you may not have noticed is that there comes a time when talking is done, and it is time to do. That time has arrived,…
It's that time of year when you walk out into the early dawn in Asheville and you want to breathe deep the cold, clean mountain air. My ordinary routine: drive down to Panera Bread, buy the papers, blog and drink coffee. I throw the I ching say my form of prayer and make a to-do list. It's good to set an agenda for the day. I buy USA Today and the Asheville paper. I must be an odd figure. Often I wear shorts, even on cold days. Maybe I look like an aging hippie.…Continue
Saturday Was a Fun Day
The first day of my birthday weekend went well. I’m finally being confused by the resetting of the clocks so I’m diligently checking timepieces, but it’s resulting in my being early for events so I’m thinking it’s okay.
I went shopping Friday afternoon and purchased a new sweater, which I wore yesterday. It’s a cool sweater. It is loose fitting, cut low in the back to conceal the booty with class, burgundy in color with a boat…Continue
So we have arrived to this point. Tomorrow it will all be over, no matter who wins. Will the man who gets my vote win? I have no way of knowing that....maybe he will, maybe he won't. What I do know is that Wednesday morning the sun will rise and life will continue....no matter who wins.
Yes, the sun will rise and the horse herd will have to be fed. The pigs, the rabbits and the chickens too will be awaiting their turn. My wife and I will busy ourselves pouring and measuring grain,…Continue
It was in the cold, cold winter of 1982 that I claimed squatters rights to the corner booth. Fran, the owner only shrugged once at my assertion of ownership. Her shoulders were strong, she would have made a reasonable collegiate linebacker if it hadn't been for that being a girl thing, plus her never going to college. It had been nearly six months since I'd been frequenting the 45th st. Cafe on a daily basis. This entitled me status as one…Continue
September 11, 2012 8:09 AM This is a re-post of a story that I wrote 10 years ago. It is on OS today and was published last year. Thanks for reading it again or for the first time. We all have our own memories about 9/11/01. This is mine.
September 11th is our wedding anniversary. We enjoy taking a trip every year as a gift to ourselves. And so on September 7th 2001, my husband and I left Logan Airport with our friends, Richard and Dorothy. We arrived at …Continue
Lately I have been remembering a project I was involved with years ago, bringing improvisational theatre activities into a female juvenile detention center in Cleveland Ohio. It was an experience which troubled me then, and continues to trouble me today.
We were a group of 4 or 5 actors and actresses, relatively new out of university with our fresh BFA degrees, and we went as part of an unpaid professional theatre internship to help the inmates better express themselves. The…Continue
Back in the late sixties, I was a quiet, studious junior high school student who spent much of her free time practicing her piano and her violin. Okay, surely some of that statement is true. Some days, all of it is true. The day I was kicked out of Carnegie Hall by Leopold Stowkowski himself, none of it was true. I was too busy being a loud , giggly, smartass teenager.
I was born in Brooklyn and grew up in the Long Island suburbs of New York. The piano was my mother’s, bought for her…Continue
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