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My Goldilocks Zone, or why I love retirement in Massachusetts

Our Planet Earth resides in what is often described as the Goldilocks Zone; not too hot, not too cold; not too far, not too close.  Just right. Before we landed where we landed in our recent move, we ran into repeated brick walls while trying to find a home in the Boston/Cambridge area. Three times we bid,... Read more »

How to kill religion in a kid? Beat the shit out of them, 'for their own good'

As the modern day Sherlock Holmes said on Elementary, “I’ve seen enough parental abuse to know that things are always the same. When someone, whose job it is to nurture you, hurts you instead, it cannot help but have a profound and lasting effect on your sense of who you are.” Science now posits childhood trauma... Read more »

The Handmaid's Tale; a storyline for yesterday and today

Beyond the excellent production values and performers, The Handmaid’s Tale resonates as a story of how the male patriarchy dominates the female. Once a month the male “Commander” ceremonially rapes the female handmaid, while his wife watches and holds holds the young woman’s arms. He is dominant. They are mere things he dominates. Having spent... Read more »
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St. Patrick's Day; a reminder of bigotry toward the immigrant

On St. Patrick’s Day, everyone identifies as Irish as we hoist green beer–or in Chicago, whoo-hoo the green river–celebrating all things Irish. And yet we forget. It’s happened all too often before. It is happening again. In these days when those in charge of the Federal Government want to stigmatize a person by their place of... Read more »

Corporal Punishment IS Child Abuse

Let me be perfectly clear, all corporal punishment is child abuse , whether hit, spank, smack or switch (the Southern tradition) a child–it is child abuse. This is not my opinion. It is the specialists in psychology. Don’t give me that old saw declaiming it’s a Biblical injunction. Is that the very same Bible you cherry... Read more »

Past Tense Present; Child Abuse and My Childhood

My 1950s childhood was idyllic, full of sunny days and the best of health. Lightning bugs in jars and playing with neighbor kids in summer; snow forts, and hot chocolate with miniature marshmallows in winter. No voices were raised. No doors were slammed. My Mother cooked all our meals; my Father’s middle-class salary covered life... Read more »
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The Amherst MA Two-Step

With apologies to Arlo Guthrie’s “Alice’s Restaurant”, you cannot always get what you thought you got in Amherst MA’s parking lottery. Arriving on a sunny Saturday, 17 September, to see a stunning filmed version of UK NT version of Arthur Miller’s A View From The Bridge, we park by the charming Amherst Cinema in the paid... Read more »

Hillary was right; It takes a village of elders to mentor the young

I’ve depended on so many (mostly) women over my life. And, I still do. When Mary Jane Forker’s daughter Nancy advised me of her mother’s death, I was sad. And yet, I was glad too. Glad that I’d had the opportunity to know this woman and to learn from her. The most important lesson was... Read more »

Get the hell out of Chicago, before you're a gunshot statistic (that is, if counted)

Finally pulling up big girl knickers to read Elie Wiesel’s legendary autobiographical book “Night”, one portion stabbed my memory like an icicle to my heart. The remembrance of his father who would not or could not move from the darkening violence that was coming. Violence that came to be called, The Holocaust. Memory is slippery,... Read more »
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The Gun Shots Heard Round the World; Death the American Way

The 50 dead (so far) in Orlando from the latest and greatest number of dead from a USA mass shooting shows in dying red that America is Number One in something! Mass murders. We’ve made America Great Again, at something. Aren’t we proud? Where are the cheers of the Trump-inistas, “We’re Number ONE, We’re number ONE”? Pay... 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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