Archive for July 2013

Trayvon Martin; Why Race Still Matters in America

While Chief Justice John Roberts may believe we’ve gotten past race in America, the trial of George Zimmerman for his confessed shooting of Trayvon Martin demonstrates; we haven’t. Each of us still carry the loaded luggage of our assumptions about the others. There is the assumption that a young person, a young person of a... Read more »

The Whisperers; or the Tip of the (climate-changed) Melting Iceberg

Speaking up, speaking out even politely, isn’t popular with some in our society. But somebody has to do it. Why? those who don’t like what I say, might well ask? Because it’s such a very American thing to question authority. Slam dunk why we have the First Amendment. In untangling the string of events that... Read more »

Patriotism & me: Why I won't stand for "The Star Spangled Banner"

It was a moment, only a moment on June 14, 2013 when Grant Park had it’s delayed opening that I thought about patriotism. The drum roll came. People began to shuffle about me to stand up. Some needed a walker, others stood on their own easily. The ever wonderful Grant Park Orchestra began to play The Star... Read more »
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Born Again Label Reader; or Salt Sugar Fat and the Grocery Store

Reading just ruined my life. It’s true. Books from time to time have deflowered my virginity about issues I thought I knew about but clearly was as innocent as my 7-year-old grandson. My current library book (it was quite a wait, but thank you to the Chicago Public Library), Salt Sugar Fat; how the food giants... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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